A journalist observes life in the far north.
They say this shopping season will be restrained, but you wouldn’t know it from the toy department in Fairbanks’ Wal-Mart this morning.
I played bumper carts while trying to see if they carried little toy laptops. I had planned to buy one in an effort to keep little fingers off of mine. I saw them while shopping for Lucky’s birthday in October. No luck, this time.
The toy laptops were sold out. And no wonder. I watched a woman place five toy planes in her cart, clearing out the store’s whole plastic airplane stock. I saw a husband and wife each pushing a cart full of toys.
I don’t normally shop at Wal-Mart. It’s too bright, too big and too busy. But this morning I wanted to see if the new grocery store add-on was any good and to look for the baby laptop.
The grocery store didn’t impressed.
Bread was $3 more than Fred Meyer, where I shop now, and the frozen juice selection sucked. They didn’t have the strawberry-kiwi blend I like. The meat looked sallow. The bananas were rotting. And they hadn’t been moved off of the main display and reduced for a quick sale.
One side of a whole aisle of freezers held ice cream and ice cream treats. No wonder we’re a fat nation.
I may wind up buying all of Lucky’s Christmas toys from a little mom-and-pop toy store in a strip mall. The store carries wooden castles and beeswax crayons.