Christmas and Shopping
Why is it that me and every other numpty out there decides that the best time to do their food shopping coming up close to Christmas is just before the shops shut? Today was an active day. The morning was spent trying to do some gardening with Callum helping by running through every pile that I'd sweep up, so that I'd have to sweep it up again. Then he'd steel the broom, and the gloves, and the rake, and I'd chase him whilst he thought that it was hilarious.
Late morning, we went out and looked at more cars, and then went into the City to South Bank for lunch. We let the kids loose through the Parklands, playing at the various playgrounds and watching everyone swimming at the man made beach. From there, it was back home, and then out for the last minute shop. Here in Brisbane, all the shops closed today at 5:30pm. Ethan and I were there from 3:30pm, but we had to go to both the supermarket for food and the Big W for last minute gifts, bulk nappies and dog food.
It was packed. And not with normal people. Normal people have done their Christmas shopping by now. Normal people got their groceries earlier in the week. This afternoon was Rage people. People who left everything to the last minute, and now are in a rush, complaining about what's on the shelves, how expensive everything is, and how their favourite piece of crap isn't there. And after I yelled at everyone in the store about the aforementioned things, I got escorted out by security. Well, maybe in my own Angry fantasies. I put up with it like everyone else, because, hey, it's Christmas.
Ciao for Now, Bah BumBugs Angry Dad.
Late morning, we went out and looked at more cars, and then went into the City to South Bank for lunch. We let the kids loose through the Parklands, playing at the various playgrounds and watching everyone swimming at the man made beach. From there, it was back home, and then out for the last minute shop. Here in Brisbane, all the shops closed today at 5:30pm. Ethan and I were there from 3:30pm, but we had to go to both the supermarket for food and the Big W for last minute gifts, bulk nappies and dog food.
It was packed. And not with normal people. Normal people have done their Christmas shopping by now. Normal people got their groceries earlier in the week. This afternoon was Rage people. People who left everything to the last minute, and now are in a rush, complaining about what's on the shelves, how expensive everything is, and how their favourite piece of crap isn't there. And after I yelled at everyone in the store about the aforementioned things, I got escorted out by security. Well, maybe in my own Angry fantasies. I put up with it like everyone else, because, hey, it's Christmas.
Ciao for Now, Bah BumBugs Angry Dad.
posted by Wes at 9:18 pm
3 Comments:
The "rage" people perfectly describes those nutsos who are running around trying to get stuff done at the last second!! In the meantime, us normal folk should just stay home and eat from cans to avoid them!
I'm glad to know that it isn't just an American phenomenon!
Merry Christmas to you and your beautiful family!
Carrie
Oh man, chad & the kids went grocery shopping last night, LATE, and Chad said the exact same thing. The store was blitzed and everybody was cranky...must be a world wide problem! :) Oy.
I am a numpty too.
I just can't get in the mood unless it's all last-minute panic.
I think I crave the adrenaline.
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