And now we are at Miss Alli's Nephews' Favorite Place On Earth: Best Buy. You know how some kids get taken to the circus or the park? Miss Alli's Nephews go to Best Buy. Because there are playable video games, and because they can share all of their father's biggest dreams in life. Anyway, it turns out that the next most mature visitor to Best Buy after my nephews is Chris, because he is in charge of gadgetry acquisition. He's now at checkout, and he's asking for his total -- addressing the checkout guy as "Bubba." That's a good way to get a 20 percent anti-discount. Chris is spending about $4000, it turns out, and we watch as he gathers all his stuff, gets his receipt, and heads out. Chris picks up dinner, as he explains in an interview, and then heads over to American Eagle to meet up with Angie and Alex. As they all eat, Chris suddenly says, "Am I missing a credit card?" Chris looks through a pile of stuff, and then he gets Alex's attention. "Dude," he says. "I'm missing a fucking credit card." Alex looks disbelieving. "I'm not kidding," Chris says. Alex interviews that "on the inside," he was thinking that he couldn't believe how dumb Chris was. But on the outside, he...glares? Doesn't react? I didn't get that edit, because it seemed like there was supposed to be a second half, and there never was. Chris gets on the phone and calls Best Buy, but he just gets a recording saying that they're already closed. Ouch. Chris understates in a voice-over that it's "definitely a big deal" that their credit card is missing. He says that they would automatically lose the task if he couldn't find the card. I'm not sure if that's true, but it certainly won't look good. "That's $5000 basically gone," he says. You would think that Visa might rather that, on this show where they've so carefully placed their product, someone might point out that losing a credit card isn't necessarily the equivalent of losing a $5000 wad of cash, never to see it again. I'm just making a suggestion.
This week, the Trump motto is "Let Nothing Get In Your Way." It probably means "Don't Let Anything Get In Your Way," but okay. (I know it's bitchy of me to care, but...it's in such big letters.) We get an especially unflattering look at Trump inside the Trump limo this week, yelling at someone on the car phone. He lectures us about how you go over or through walls or whatever, but mostly, the lesson seems to be that you should be a great big jackhole all the time. I'm not saying this surprised me, but there you have it. Trump, in a nutshell. "There is no such thing as failure," he says. His 6,297 bankruptcy attorneys laugh themselves silly and have their fruity cocktails refilled on the sandy beaches they now call home.