They told us they have been getting them every other Saturday afternoon and go on sale the next morning. So call Saturday evening to see if they came and if so, get in line by at least 6a.m. on Sunday. We obediently followed the routine last Saturday but, alas, the store had failed to receive Nintendo's blessing that week.
I woke up this Sunday, made my daily jug of coffee, and started flipping through the home furnishings, underwear, and electronic store ads. There it was, in full color, for the msrp of $249. Which meant we were too late, by then they had all been doled out to those who had complied with the directives. But I had forgotten my duties, so wrapped up in my own synapses. And now my sons will continue their suffering because of their father's self-indulgent neurological introspection.
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