The parking lot was blistering hot on Saturday and the store’s aisles were jammed

People were there as soon as the market opened. Ready to trade and dicker with the idea of paying retail being damned

The gently used beanie babies, old high school yearbooks, and grandma’s fine china was there three teacups short

The booth selling health and beauty aids was swarming with customers by offering nutrition supplements, vitamins slightly out of date, and a cream guaranteed to remove that ugly wart

But the booth that really had them packed in was G112 and now expanded to 114.

People wall to wall, it was the Trump booth that had them packed in like a sardine

Customers were grabbing the merchandise as soon as it went on the shelf

Everything Trump was on display. Who needs Christmas decorations when a Trumpy Bear can take the place of the shelf elf

And what kid wouldn’t be beside himself when in his stocking was a Trump Chia pet

Hoping to have enough time to grow hair on the Trump head before the world leaders tire of playing Russian Roulette

Under the glass counter shining brightly by jewelry lights were the unopened packs of Trump trading cards issued when he was 45th

Next to these was a signed poster by Mike Pence the VP that Trump chose to saddle himself with

After the passage of the Big Beautiful Bill the once discounted talking clock was now back to its original retail price

Directly below was a new stack of freshly printed Alligator Alcatraz t-shirts drawing them in like cheese and mice

While supplies last were the boxes of Trump sneakers. These shoes were specially padded to allow for bone spurs

And make no mistake about it, one table was marked his and another marked hers

Finally, what really had the crowd elbowing their way to the front were a dozen bottles of the new Trump fragrance

But these were kept behind the counter and under strict surveillance

But who wouldn’t want to, in a very tender moment open a present and see a bottle of Trump Victory

The fireplace crackling, Dean Martin crooning, a snowy evening and a Trump perfume. It sounds contradictory

The crowd didn’t care, they all queued up for a moment with the atomizer just for a sniff of the Trump aroma

The excitement from the spray grew as people grabbed for the small sample bottle causing an immediate state of nirvana and in one case, coma

And so it went. The day ticked by until the Trump clock said six and people were told to leave

The modern day “Buffalo Bill” had to be smiling. He had “buffaloed” people into fighting for his likeness a fact that half the country could not conceive