#marshalls

Moth/Butterfly things Ross and Marshalls

I had this coming. Prior to Spooky Season, I’ve always made fun of Rae Dunn. I have stood in many a Marshall’s, pointing at the plain white items helpfully labeled things like NOTEBOOK or POTATOES, and laughing at the dishes adorned with presumptive words like MORE PLEASE or YUM YUM YUM. Then I found Halloween mugs in HomeGoods over the weekend and had enough in my cart that two employees were judgmentally whispering about me. Go right ahead, ladies. I have earned your mockery.

“There is no encouragement for ghosts in most of our villages, for they have scarcely had time to finish their first nap and turn themselves in their graves, before their surviving friends have traveled away from the neighborhood; so that when they turn out at night to walk their rounds, they have no acquaintance left to call upon.”

My 3-year search for the Headless Horseman has ended.

It was a warm, sunny day, so I headed to Marshall’s to waste it shopping.  “Celebration” came on the store speakers, and I found myself wondering if anyone else was feeling sad and wistful instead of celebratory.  I mean, because of the song, not because of the humanity there and people eagerly purchasing opened beauty products. 

While shopping for a new comforter/quilt for my bed on Friday afternoon, I wandered into Marshalls. Of course, I pick out the quilt that doesn’t have a price tag on it and cause a scene at the register. The cashier calls for a price check and the person on the other end calls her back in about 5 minutes…with what was clearly the wrong price.

How could the cashier think that a king size quilt could be $14.99 when the shams that match it are $12.99 a piece? That person’s mistake was my good deal. Thanks, Marshalls.