Trentasaurus Rex... alot

Yesterday morning Jesse, Clay and I went to Montgomery's Toys'R'Us for the national pokemon event. We arrived about 13 minutes before the store's opening (We were in front of the line for a while, but then some black dudes trying to return their Madden game broke in front of us. We were too busy admiring the Yu-Gi-Oh line to notice much.), and we were very polite and patient, but APPARENTLY Montgomery isn't PART OF THIS NATION, because they didn't give us ANYTHING. No POSTERS, no POKEMON CARDS, and no RARE POKEMON. Eventually, we called the columbus Toys'R'Us... I was on the phone for about thirty minutes before I was told that nothing rare was being offered and that Montgomery sucks and that I'd wasted my morning. But I didn't really waste my morning. I had a great time. As we sat in the Transformer aisle, a woman on a cell phone told the reciever that a bunch of suspicious teenagers were LOITERING in the store. She said this RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. DO YOU HEAR ME? AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR? Well, we could hear her. I offered to move, but she ignored me and continued bitching. She was a bitch. However, there were other characters in this story as well... There was the Yu-Gi-Oh champion... All of the other children quivered in fear when his mom dropped him off in front of the store. And rightly so, for he was a very opposing figure. Dressed in a baseball uniform and armed with a steel card chest, he was always the first to arrive for league battling. (Although he denied this vehemently.)
We also met the Yu-Gi-Oh coaching staff. This duo was very kind; despite the fact that she had nothing to offer us, the woman explained that she was the pokemon representative and that no one had told her about this particular event. She patiently helped the children read their Yu-Gi-Oh cards. Underneath that robust posterior was a heart of gold, to be sure. Her male comrade was less talkative, but he did offer us a place at the end of the table where we could trade and battle pokemon amongst ourselves. However, we declined.
We met the Krispy Kreme frozen blend, which tasted like a synthetic Egg Nog-flavored terrible. Lotsofco had warned us, but we had to try it. Damn. Jesse and I finished ours; Clay poured his on the blazing concrete. I'll have pictures soon.
We met Optimus Prime.
We almost met the legendary Arcanine.
But, most importantly, we met each other.

-In a fight I'd waste all ya bums
I got mo' rhymes than a monkey's got thumbs-

I went back to Montgomery that day, but that's a story for another day. Like tomorrow. When I don't have an anatomy article to write. And a duct tape suit to fashion. See you tomorrow!