The GF drug me into a Dick’s before Christmas. Ammo was wiped out. Lines to registers were 1/2 way around the store.
Soccer moms and pop culture were wiping out the clothing and sport gear.
Dick’s had a very good Christmas.
“The GF drug me into a Dick’s before Christmas. Ammo was wiped out. Lines to registers were 1/2 way around the store.
Soccer moms and pop culture were wiping out the clothing and sport gear.
Dick’s had a very good Christmas.”
That good Christmas can be returned for it’s money back...
Soccer moms (along with soccer dads) and pop culture are much of why my last shopping trip to Dick's was my last shopping trip to Dick's. I haven't stepped foot in the place for over a year, and am probably a smidgen less cynical about my quondam "fellow Americans" because of it. Organized team sports and athletic event voyeurism is truly the current opiate of the masses.
If I were to wake up some morning with an uncontrollable craving to buy cartoonish, overpriced and underbuilt NCAA/NFL/NBA-licensed merchandise (made by Chinese teenagers) from a retailer who looks down on handgun buyers and thinks that AR-15s are assault rifles... well, there's always Dick's.
Mr. niteowl77