Monday, August 16, 2004

Hangover and a little fridge

Feeling a bit hungover today. See what comes from not drinking regularly enough! Went to bed at 2, woke up at 4 to see that I had fallen out of bed and got a sore ass, crawled back into bed, woke up at 6, opened an eye and looked at the world with disapproval, had some tea and a shower, the world improved a bit, and I went to Verkkokauppa, who had an opening day sale with tiny little fridges for 90 cents to the first 200 customers.

Fast hardware check on the way to estimate the effect of hangover: brains: more or less normal, balance: normal, eyes: normal, dehydration: normal, taste in the mouth: bad, blood sugar: nearly nonexistent, sounds from the stomach: scary and remind of the broken chipset fan that I had last fall.

8:40: A huge line outside Ruoholahti shopping center. No way I am gonna get that fridge. Real men have probably come at 6. The atmosphere is similar to a Gorbachev-era Soviet liquor store at 13:40. The median age of the crowd is younger than me, although the average is probably older.

9:00: The line starts moving. Does not move far, or for long.

9:02: People come out and say that fridges are gone. Nobody is actually carrying any fridges.

9:05: We see the first little fridge.

9:10: Seen 15 people carrying little fridges and about 50 people saying that fridges are gone. The line is still there, because once people are there they want to check out the store anyway.

9:15: Finally inside the shopping center though not the store. It smells like piss after eating asparagus. Don't know why. Hope Subway or Spizy don't recycle asparagus soup. I see the door that the previous customers have broken. A granny who'd been standing in line since 7 and got a fridge comes up to us and describes the battle for the fridges and how they broke the door and some furniture. Two young guys also come up and demonstrate their minor but visible injuries, but they don't have a fridge to show for it.

9:35: Finally got into the store. Got a 256MB Compact Flash and a microphone. Survived.


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