Panic BuyingIt'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.
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chthonic, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 15:10)
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Beers of The WorldYes, I know it looks like panic buying on her part, but every year from my younger sister I always get the shittest, least thought out present ever. I'm still paying for the green plastic frogs (see below).
Last year I got a (broken) portrait of my four year old niece.
Year before that?
Beers of The World!
Cheap supermarket make do present for the delinquent in your life. Cheap collection of four to five bottled beers of the scuzziest beer that they otherwise couldn't sell.
Year before that?
Beers of The World!
Year before that?
Beers of The World!
Year before that?
Beers of The World!
Reason?
Twice in a row, back when I was fourteen and fifteen respectively, I bought my younger sister shitty presents.
My excuse would be that I did paper rounds to earn money and never had much pocket money. I had to produce five reasonable presents from a £4 per week income (at a time when I was rapidly discovering the joys of nicotine and alcohol).
For some reason my younger sister escaped the whole 'work for money' ethic and got given pocket money. Which she spent on herself. When christmas came around she had our 'presents' bought for her. Hence basically I thought, well, I can buy her shit, right?
Wrong.
It's worth pointing out how shit the presents I bought her were here. They were small plastic frogs on swings. I tried to create the idea that she was 'building a collection' by perpetuating the crime after the first instance, by buying her a similar piece of awful tat the next year (look at it this way, she was made to pretend to like it the first time and I, well, I just pretended to go along with it buy buying her more of the same junk the next year).
So for years I have been trying to atone by buying decent well thought out presents, always receiving utter shit in return.
Mind you, this year, for the first time in ages, I finally bought her the shittest, last minute (closing time at BHS) present ever.
From her, I got a great book which replaced a book I had stolen off me years ago, a present that finally meant something.
Ironically this year she really loved her cheap, last minute, "shit, I've got to get her something" panic-bought present. Mind you, she pretended to love the frog too...
(, Fri 30 Dec 2005, 0:48, Reply)
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