Today, my wife decided that we needed to take a field trip. Well…a shopping trip. Nothing wrong with that except she wanted to go to the Vacaville Outlet Stores. That’s a 60+ mile trip from our house and in the ObamaEconomy, gas is at $4.25 per gallon and rising. That type of frivolity can add up fast. I relented because I thought it would be good to see what type of prices the “outlet” stores have. I mean, they are “outlet” stores with the goods straight from the maker so the prices should be lower…right? That was my first mistake. Believing that outlet stores have lower prices. I’ll have more to say about the prices later.
Let’s start at the beginning. We parked the car and started our walk around the stores. This was the first thing I saw. Yes, those are electric car charging stations. But not just ANY electric car. They are TESLA electric car chargers. Which means that TESLA has somehow convinced the management at the Vacaville Outlet Stores to allow people to recharge their non polluting, green, eco-friendly, Gaia-loving, non genetically engineered electric cars on the people’s dime! The people? Well, who do YOU think is paying for the electricity? These are NOT kiosks that have a payment method included.
I walked all around these charging stations and the only thing there, is the portal-like stand with a TESLA-specific charging handle. I found no way to make a payment. Which means that the electricity used is charged by PG&E to the outlet stores management who passes it on in rental and other costs to the stores who pass it on in the form of higher prices to the consumers. Wonderful. And I know you know this: the electricity is created by burning coal or from nuclear power plants. So these cars are NOT eco-friendly. At least by the standards that liberals themselves have set. Not for THEMselves. For everyone ELSE. I was thinking this was NOT the way to start a day shopping but I figured if it started out at the bottom, it HAD to get better. It HAS to get better…doesn’t it? Please?
Not really. The prices were just as, if not more, expensive as if we were shopping close to home. One of the stores is called Restoration Hardware. It has nothing to do with restorations and it doesn’t stock any hardware. It’s a furniture store. An upscale furniture store. An expensive upscale furniture store. A VERY expensive upscale furniture store. There was a wood dining room table. For $3,552. I think it was teak. It had damn well better have been teak and the nuts and bolts should have been solid gold. But it was just a wood table. Just. A. Wood. Table. This was NOT some one-off piece of furniture created by Norm Abram at The New Yankee Workshop. It was just a wood table. A $3,552 wood table.
We also visited a store called Coach. Silly me! I thought it was a sporting goods store! It’s a lady’s handbag store. Though I’m fairly certain that the male-looking employees have male DNA, I just don’t know if they put it to use with the ladies. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Here is a sample of the wares in the store called Coach.
Guess what the price is for this handbag? No, you’re wrong. You’re still wrong. Nope. Not even getting warm. That handbag is exactly what you see. One piece of outer material with holes in it and no lining. It costs $400. Yes. It. Does. There are many things to buy worth $400 but the key word here is “worth.” This looks like some grandmother glued all her doilies together and put handles on it. Jeebus!
By this time, my feet were hurting a bit and I wanted to sit down for a few minutes. We found a food court that served coffee drinks. I ordered just a coffee. My wife ordered an iced caramel macchiato. She also got a coffee — with something in it that gave it a coffe-and-cream color. When she complained, the girl put some ice in a clear plastic cup and poured my wife’s coffee over it. All of the ice melted. So my wife had to add more ice to cool it to the temperature of an iced coffee drink. Think of the weakest coffee you have ever tasted. It was weaker than that.
We finally decided to call it quits and go home. On our way to the freeway, we saw an Amichi’s restaurant in the Nut Tree center. So we pulled in and had a late pizza lunch. I had the Amichi’s combo and my wife had something that I wouldn’t eat but she liked. And I liked my pizza too. It was OUTSTANDING! The Alley Cat Pale Ale went perfectly with the pizza. It ended the shopping trip on an up note.
Well, what ended the trip on an up note was when we got in the car to go home. I spotted this bumper loaded with a few stickers. At first I thought, “California. What liberal message will be on these?” Then I looked closer. WOO-HOO! Yes-sir-ree! A real American in California. Wow! Thank you, sir. I really miss President Reagan too. Our last REAL president. Thank you for supporting our 2nd Amendment rights and for supporting MagPul as well. It sure made the trip home much better!