Today we took a trip to Cabela's which is a sporting goods store that opened several months ago not far from my house. Hubby has been wanting to go there and one of the employee's that works for us has declared this his very very favorite store ever. Even his wife loves it. So, I'm pretty stinking excited to see what all this fuss is about (as you can imagine). Then I walked in the door.The moment those doors opened I knew that I didn't belong there. That is one place that a girl like me should never ever go. There were people there dressed in overalls and plaid and loads of green. There was a plane hanging from the ceiling. They had a department called "Camo". Now, I'm NOT a hunter and I have some issues with hunting. Heck, I can't even think about the food I buy at the grocery store too much or I'd become a vegetarian. But these people are serious.
There are signs everywhere you turn that say "You know you're a redneck if..."
There are stuffed animals everywhere (and I'm not talking cute disney cuddle me stuffed either - we're talking taxidermy here people). There were guns and bows (and not for your hair) and some really lovely green camo attire. You could fish, hunt, and kill just about anything you wanted in this place. My little Thomas was in awe. His mouth was hanging open the entire time and I feared that one of these hunter-rustic-redneck type people might try to hook him and reel him in, so I kept a close eye on him. He was loving the very fancy gun library and he loved all the taxidermy critters too. Of course the animals got more exciting when they graduated from bears and mountain cats to a rhino and an elephant - it was an entire African Safari people.
That is when it got even more frightening. They have a restaurant. Yup, a full blown, get your bib on, restaurant. Serving Elk, Venison, Buffalo, and "various other meats". My husband, who truly lacks a sense of humor, turns to me and asked if I would like to have lunch there. To which I replied, not if I was starving and this was the only restaurant for 100 miles. He chuckled and said, "I'm sure they have something you would like." Okay, people, he was serious! Of course after seeing the look on my face he realized that he was merely delirious and he should just stop talking now.
I persuaded him to please leave quickly and without stopping to see one more thing when he saw "it". Oh I am afraid and ashamed to even state this, but the man found some furniture that was so ugly it should never ever be purchased by anyone for their home. It was leather with ANIMALS printed on tapestry on the cushions. No, I'm NOT kidding. You could sit your doom-pa on a deers face. You could rest your back on a buffalo. This was just wrong. It was ugly. It wasn't right. But the man was in a testosterone coma and begged me to sit on it because he was certain it was comfortable and belonged in our family room. Okay, now I know where I live and this is NOT something that would fit in the planned decor.
I knew after hearing this and seeing the glazed over look on both hubby and my little guy's face that I had to get them out of there and fast. I was losing them. They were turning to the dark side.
Success was obtained as I swept them past the cashiers and straight for the door.
Now, this place is like a mirage in the middle of the desert. It's a gigantic building surrounded by an endless parking lot. So, I made hubby go get the car. Thomas and I waited for him inside the building.
Just as we saw my big ole truck coming around the corner I heard a little boy exclaim with utter delight, "Daddy - this place is so big they even gots a map!" Are ya kidding me here? Needless to say I let out a very tiny scream, grabbed Thomas' hand and ran for the car. We escaped, but I'm certain it was just barely.
As I received no warning about this place, I felt it extremely important to warn all of you and to beg you to warn others as well. This is one very very icky place. Do not go there and do not let your men go either.
So, do you do Cabela's?
That is when it got even more frightening. They have a restaurant. Yup, a full blown, get your bib on, restaurant. Serving Elk, Venison, Buffalo, and "various other meats". My husband, who truly lacks a sense of humor, turns to me and asked if I would like to have lunch there. To which I replied, not if I was starving and this was the only restaurant for 100 miles. He chuckled and said, "I'm sure they have something you would like." Okay, people, he was serious! Of course after seeing the look on my face he realized that he was merely delirious and he should just stop talking now.I persuaded him to please leave quickly and without stopping to see one more thing when he saw "it". Oh I am afraid and ashamed to even state this, but the man found some furniture that was so ugly it should never ever be purchased by anyone for their home. It was leather with ANIMALS printed on tapestry on the cushions. No, I'm NOT kidding. You could sit your doom-pa on a deers face. You could rest your back on a buffalo. This was just wrong. It was ugly. It wasn't right. But the man was in a testosterone coma and begged me to sit on it because he was certain it was comfortable and belonged in our family room. Okay, now I know where I live and this is NOT something that would fit in the planned decor.
I knew after hearing this and seeing the glazed over look on both hubby and my little guy's face that I had to get them out of there and fast. I was losing them. They were turning to the dark side.
Success was obtained as I swept them past the cashiers and straight for the door.
Now, this place is like a mirage in the middle of the desert. It's a gigantic building surrounded by an endless parking lot. So, I made hubby go get the car. Thomas and I waited for him inside the building.
Just as we saw my big ole truck coming around the corner I heard a little boy exclaim with utter delight, "Daddy - this place is so big they even gots a map!" Are ya kidding me here? Needless to say I let out a very tiny scream, grabbed Thomas' hand and ran for the car. We escaped, but I'm certain it was just barely.
As I received no warning about this place, I felt it extremely important to warn all of you and to beg you to warn others as well. This is one very very icky place. Do not go there and do not let your men go either.
So, do you do Cabela's?
1 comment:
LOL... now imagine your hubby in a LNS. Fun story!
(Psst... if you're ever forced to go in there again.. I think it was in the watersports section they have these waterproof nylon mesh bags that look just like the project bags you can get at your LNS. You know the ones that the Bent Creek zipper kits used to come in? And they're cheap. You'd be surprised how you can survive in a seemingly unfit store. Those animals ARE creepy!)
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