Dontcha just hate Christmas shopping? I swear if one more person barges into me with their bags, I'll go postal. And it's not just the present buying. Yesterday I spent 35 minutes (35 - count 'em), queuing for these blasted things. Yes, yes, my own fault, but He-Who-Shall-No- Longer-Be-Named-On -This-Blog (HWSNLBNOTB) had told me they'd brought out some **NEW** flavours for Christmas, including an apple and cinammon one that, frankly, has a direct line to the Nordic gene in my DNA soup. Dee-lish, though probably NOT worth a 35-minute wait. But it's not all bad. I was coming up the escalator in Lafayette Maison - my second home - when all of a sudden the guy in front of me turned round and asked me what I'd like for Christmas - "within reason, of course". Totally threw me. I would love to tell you that I shot back with some witty rejoinder, but no. I blushed and stammered, "ooh, ooh" and when he insisted, I went all stiff and polite (like a true Englishman) and said "I have everything I need, thank you." What a dork. Me, I mean. Mind you, though obviously generous (always a nice trait so +10 points), he wasn't that hot (-5, shame), and I suspect he's been drinking (par for the course). I don't know how I do it but I am a Class A nutter magnet - I should bottle it.
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Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Gift Horse
Dontcha just hate Christmas shopping? I swear if one more person barges into me with their bags, I'll go postal. And it's not just the present buying. Yesterday I spent 35 minutes (35 - count 'em), queuing for these blasted things. Yes, yes, my own fault, but He-Who-Shall-No- Longer-Be-Named-On -This-Blog (HWSNLBNOTB) had told me they'd brought out some **NEW** flavours for Christmas, including an apple and cinammon one that, frankly, has a direct line to the Nordic gene in my DNA soup. Dee-lish, though probably NOT worth a 35-minute wait. But it's not all bad. I was coming up the escalator in Lafayette Maison - my second home - when all of a sudden the guy in front of me turned round and asked me what I'd like for Christmas - "within reason, of course". Totally threw me. I would love to tell you that I shot back with some witty rejoinder, but no. I blushed and stammered, "ooh, ooh" and when he insisted, I went all stiff and polite (like a true Englishman) and said "I have everything I need, thank you." What a dork. Me, I mean. Mind you, though obviously generous (always a nice trait so +10 points), he wasn't that hot (-5, shame), and I suspect he's been drinking (par for the course). I don't know how I do it but I am a Class A nutter magnet - I should bottle it.
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