Last year, I took my two younger, but beefy brothers, with me shopping on BF. It was their first experience with the glorious chaos that we all look forward to each year. We had about a 30 minute drive to our first stop which was going to be Target. During the drive, I was coaching them on the specifics of the items for which we were going. I kept repeating the item, followed by the original price, followed by the sales price. I then had them recite the information back to me. I told them that it was imperative that we, at the least, get the Star Wars Lego set that was going to be on sale. I honestly think they thought they were listening to the rants and warnings of an overly excited and somewhat overzealous crazy woman, who just happened to be their sister. When we arrived and they witnessed the line of about 300 people waiting outside to get inside, their smirks quickly faded. We made our way into the store and we all armed with our cell phones to keep in touch. I decided they should go together since it was their first time, I could handle myself just fine. After about 10 minutes, I received a text from my brother that they had retrieved the Lego set. I then saw my brother walking toward me clutching the set for dear life. He had a "deer caught in headlights look" and asked if we could leave. I told him to find his happy place and let me pay for my items. I literally had to pry the Lego set from his hands, in what I refer to as the "death grip". Needless to say, they told me not to ask them to go with me again.
