Futile

Mike and I went out in search of a Wii this morning. We failed, naturally. We left my place at 6:30. Wal-Mart #1 let us in their doors at 7, only to have the World's Most Unhelpful Clerk look somehow mystified and annoyed when we asked about Wiis. She said they only had 4, and they were going to the people who'd waited since last night. Fine. Wal-Mart #2 had 8, all claimed by the line of people sitting comfortably near the electronics counter in folding chairs. Wal-Mart #3 looked like the Wal-Mart the Time Forgot, but also had only 8, already gone. The clerk (who was sympathetic and quite helpful) thought more might arrive in the morning truck, between 7:30 and 10:30. We gave up and headed home. I went back to bed about 9. Nothing surprising in this trip, but I did feel just a little hopeful at times. Bah!