Panic Buying
It's the last shopping day before the whole country shuts down for christmas. You've been looking all over for something, anything, to buy your favourite person. Something that says you care, that makes them see you in a new light.
Well, something that won't make them punch you would do. My brother-in-law once bought his wife a bin for her birthday - it was a very nice bin, but boy was he in the crud for days.
What have you bought in sheer panic and desperation? Go on, you know you do it every year.
( , Fri 23 Dec 2005, 15:10)
It's the last shopping day before the whole country shuts down for christmas. You've been looking all over for something, anything, to buy your favourite person. Something that says you care, that makes them see you in a new light.
Well, something that won't make them punch you would do. My brother-in-law once bought his wife a bin for her birthday - it was a very nice bin, but boy was he in the crud for days.
What have you bought in sheer panic and desperation? Go on, you know you do it every year.
( , Fri 23 Dec 2005, 15:10)
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One time I bought my dad one of those initial stamps for golf balls - looks like a garlic press gone wrong. Watching him unwrap it and explaining that I was broke and couldn't afford better still makes me cringe. Horrible.
Best pissed gift was a Borg ball (from one of the Star Trek movies)....it's what happens when you get pissed up on Xmas Eve lunch and then wander into Forbidden Planet on New Oxford Street in that pissed up but ultra cheery mood....we still have said Borg ball; it's on the windowledge behind me right now. When people ask 'what the flick is that?' it provides amusement for all. :) In a minor way, anyway.
( , Sat 24 Dec 2005, 7:43, Reply)
One time I bought my dad one of those initial stamps for golf balls - looks like a garlic press gone wrong. Watching him unwrap it and explaining that I was broke and couldn't afford better still makes me cringe. Horrible.
Best pissed gift was a Borg ball (from one of the Star Trek movies)....it's what happens when you get pissed up on Xmas Eve lunch and then wander into Forbidden Planet on New Oxford Street in that pissed up but ultra cheery mood....we still have said Borg ball; it's on the windowledge behind me right now. When people ask 'what the flick is that?' it provides amusement for all. :) In a minor way, anyway.
( , Sat 24 Dec 2005, 7:43, Reply)
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