How Mom’s ruined Christmas already
Her mom had seen the toy on post at Fort Carson a few weeks before Thanksgiving, assumed "no problem" and put it on her after-Thanksgiving purchase list. Except after Thanksgiving, the mouse had rolled out of Fort Carson and the greater Colorado Springs area.
They called around and finally found one in Pueblo. That's about an hour and a half round trip for normal people, probably shorter the way my brother drives. Particularly since he went Dec. 23.
How silly, I thought. Why didn't they just buy earlier?
Yep. That sound you hear is the Motherhood Muses thumping me. Again.
The one thing in the world Big Guy truly wants for Christmas, the one thing his little 5-year-old heart has coveted since summer is a Batman skateboard.
And it's the one thing I can't find.
Quick: Hand me a paper bag. Dang. Already recycled them all. Fine. I'll overlook the suffocation risk and use plastic. I deserve death.
I can find anything online and I've had huge success with Batman paraphernalia in the past. But I can't find this. Not through 20 pages of looking for "Batman skateboard," searches with and without quote marks.
The only prospects:
Ebay has a "Rare Batman and Robin Movie Skateboard, DC Comics 1995." Except the coolness standards on skateboards have changed a bit in 13 years. Not to mention that the "buy it now" price is $29.99 plus $30 shipping.
A New Zealand site has a "Gotham Guardians" model in shades of orange, navy and black. Tiny bats flutter across the board, but no image of the man himself. That's not going to fly.
A site in Germany has exactly what I'm looking for, priced at 19.99 euros. That's roughly $25 US, which is higher than the retail for the ones I'm not finding stateside. And heaven knows what the shipping would be. Or when it would get here. Can anyone translate "guaranteed arrival by Valentine's Day" to German for me?
My only faint possibility at this point: WalMart. Their Web site says my least-favorite retailer carries the product, but not online.
Knowing my luck, the mom of a classmate snapped up the last one locally at 4 a.m. and Big Guy's friend will zip to school on it in January. Big Guy's heart-broken tears will begin anew as he realizes that, not only does Santa not love him, but Claus worships his buddy.
So despite the fact that I hate Black Friday shopping -- for that matter, I hate any bricks-and-mortar shopping -- I'm going to have to brave the dreaded Wally World this afternoon.
It's either that or drive to Pueblo Dec. 23.
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