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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I totally effed up.
For the first time ever, I found myself shopping this Christmas eve. I'd got out rather late, only to find that the shops were shutting early anyway...but that's a different story. Anyways, I called my brother to find out what the two nephews wanted. Well, with ideas in mind, whizzed off and got the last squeeze me cushion in the shop. Result! The youngest would be pleased. Still a little stuck for the elder so got something I'd thought he'd like.
Fast forward to Christmas day. The youngest is rather pleased with his squeeze me cushion. Although the older one wasn't. Everyone he knew now had one but him. And it was him that wanted one in the first place. Oops. Buggered up there.
I'm sorry the story is not funny.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2005, 15:35, Reply)
For the first time ever, I found myself shopping this Christmas eve. I'd got out rather late, only to find that the shops were shutting early anyway...but that's a different story. Anyways, I called my brother to find out what the two nephews wanted. Well, with ideas in mind, whizzed off and got the last squeeze me cushion in the shop. Result! The youngest would be pleased. Still a little stuck for the elder so got something I'd thought he'd like.
Fast forward to Christmas day. The youngest is rather pleased with his squeeze me cushion. Although the older one wasn't. Everyone he knew now had one but him. And it was him that wanted one in the first place. Oops. Buggered up there.
I'm sorry the story is not funny.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2005, 15:35, Reply)
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