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I've been to 9 different Big Lots within 100 miles of my house looking for those damn pocket ponies. Unsurprisingly, the process of getting to and browsing the 'pink' aisle rapidly softened under the temper of frustration. First place I went I had to fart around pretending to look at every little piece of crap in the adjacent aisles, passing through the right one every so often to check for what I wanted in my peripheral. After three hours of driving and four useless inventories, I was at the point of quick and efficient excisatory browsing.
>Enter
>Where's the pink
>There it is
>Excuse self past an old lady likely looking for something for her granddaughter
>Ponies... Ponies...
>Yep, there's that stupid 3.5 box set. There's the Cheerilee thing...
>Ok, check the spot where they've got hanging boxes... Nope.
>Oh well.
>Exit
I did eventually find a place that had some. Two. Pic related, and from my abso-crappy camera, sorry about the poor quality. ANYWAY- Found her and Pinkie, specifically, which is fine, Pinkie's the best, but that still left an incomplete set, and I was really hoping to find a 'spare' Dash for a buddy of mine.
Bout a week later, the bitter taste of the stalemate still on my tounge, I decided 'Hell, why not,' and busted up into my local Walmart. They've got a surprisingly good selection, I'm indecisive, and I'd just received my paycheck, so I ended up carrying a set of six brushable G4 ponies through the store and up to the register. No-one batted an eye the entire time. Lady at the register gave nary a shit, we exchanged the usual pleasantries, I proffered the agreed amount, and was soon home trying to decide whether to unpack them or not.
So I guess the moral of the story is: just do it, noone cares, and if they do, why should you?
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