Christmas shopping
Don't you just hate it. I actually hate wrapping the presents more, but this due to my congenital inability to use scissors. It must be more than a decade since I wrapped a present. Generally people watch me and then are compelled to take over with a friendly 'bless him'. So, if you ever receive a badly wrapped present, it will have been done by my own fair hand, with considerable investment in terms of time, concentration and sanity on my behalf...
posted by lukeski at 6:29 pm
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Darling, emigration, it's the way forward. Christmas is a non-event for me. Because I never leave the house, and because it's not such a shopping frenzy here in comparison to the UK, I've hardly even noticed the festive season is upon us. I will get a smidgen of sadness on the big day when I eat pasta in my pyjamas - I did this once, alone, in Paris - but I suppose I've more than compensated by humbugly avoiding further skinting myself and not having the spectacle of children bursting into tears as they open their presents and exclaim, "But I wanted a watch!" or, my own personal least favourite, said in perplexed Scottish accent, "What is it?" I'd put a lot of thought into that Harry Potter mousepad, I can tell you.
Merry Christmas!
I hate wrapping them too. For other people. "What paper d'ja want?" "Don't care". Well wrap it yourself then you bastard, do you think I enjoy doing this? You're not doing me a favour, I could spend my time bitching about how crap other customers are - "wrap up my coffee-table book emergency I know nothing about you present" - come on, that's boring. It's so 'last christmas'. Which I don't want to listen to either. Not in my lunchbreak either.
Dagmar
(discontented bookseller, not sure whether franchising is involved as yet)
The best method of emulating my natural style of wrapping presents is to a) fire the present to be wrapped from some sort of gun, in a parabolic trajectory; b) simultaneously fire a scrunched-up ball of wrapping paper in an intersecting parabola; c) see what happens when they collide.
My friends and family usually get their presents in the bag they were bought in, though if they're really lucky I might have remembered to take the receipt out first.
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