by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
I thought it was Deja vu all over again. Everywhere I went the same four shoppers had beaten me to it. Impossible, I thought. I can be out-shopped but when it comes the Christmas season, nobody can beat me in my stealth missile raids from store to store. But still.. the same quartet of single-minded commandos showed up everywhere I landed.