After getting some work done early this morning after a double school drop off I thought I'd head out and knock a few things off my list. In the first shop I nearly got knocked over by a large man, and when I say large, I mean, block the sun. Clearly he didn't notice me under his foot! Not so much as a "sorry I didn't see you there, can I help wipe my boot print off your forehead?" Nope, he just kept marching straight past so that he could be the first to get to a display of slippers. Fine, straighten my ruffled feathers and continue on.
Next a woman cuts in front of me in a long line up at the cash register. She's got just one item, clearly the gloves must have been deadly heavy. Instead of making a big deal of it, I choose to let her go thinking someday she'll do that to the wrong person and get her butt kick from Karma.
A couple of items acquired I move on to the next shop. Five minutes inside and there it is. The truth I must now acknowledge. This next gift could be a bomb. It's like shopping for a new nuclear reactor when you haven't got a clue how much one ought to cost or what features it should have. It just spells trouble. That's a gross exaggeration but when you consider that a ill planned gift can blow up just as big, it's a big decision. Choose wrong and someone gets hurt.
There I was, holding up a line at a frantic store. Asking an opinion-based questions of something which I had no working knowledge. I got eye rolls from the younger patrions. I got grumpy/impatient expressions from those senior to me. I could read their thoughts "Oh lady, just buy them both and return one after the holidays like everyone else!" I turned my back and pretended to not notice the back up I was causing. Talk about performance pressure.
Here's a warning to you all: Buy your can of cranberries early and you'll avoid the inevidable stink eye from a fellow, pleasant, holiday shopper.
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