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The closest I come to Christmas shopping
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I used to hate Christmas. These days, I've mostly made my peace with it. We have a nice understanding. I leave it alone and it leaves me alone, and everyone's happy. The one wretchedness that I can't seem to manage to avoid, though, is what it does to supermarkets.

For one thing, they're generally likely to be shut for at least one day, and have vastly reduced opening times on others. For another thing, the opening times shown outside the shop tend to be different from the opening times shown online, and neither one of them tends to have very much in common with when they're actually open. So you know that you're going to have to buy at least a few days worth of food in advance. And you really don't want to go, because you know that it's going to be hellishly busy, but you feel that it's better than starving. So you do go. And it is hellishly busy. And you have the people who are too stressed and preoccupied to look where they're going. And the guys who have been sent out by their wives and girlfriends who are busy with other Christmas preparations, and clearly haven't actually been to a supermarket since the same time last year. And the people who always seem to contrive to leave their trolleys in the position where it will cause the most inconvenience to the largest number of people. And as you struggle your way around the supermarket, you discover that you can't actually buy half of what you wanted, either because they're sold out, or because they've been removed from the shelves to make way for more speciality Christmas items.

Yeah. Guess where I've just been?

As such, I'm feeling particularly proud of myself that when told, at the checkout, to "have a lovely Christmas", I did not respond with "actually, I don't observe that particular holiday, and I'd be much obliged if you'd cease and desist from attempting to push your religious beliefs on me". Nor did I respond with a single, derisive "hah!" Nor even an incomprehensible mumble. Instead, I mustered up my best impression of a cheerful person and replied with "you too". I have to get some sort of good karma points for that, right?

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I made peace with Christmas a few years back. It's the midwinter festival of the days getting longer, a good excuse to see friends, get drunk and eat too much.

Over the course of millenia, a big pile of different religions have tried to hijack it, take it over, rebrand it, move it and, in the case of the only time we've had an extremist Christian government, ban it as un-Christian. It keeps going, people keep enjoying it, and the religious types keep complaining about it losing it's "real meaning". No, this is it's real meaning, celebrate the birth of that kid in March, when he was actually born, leave midwinter for the rest of us please.

With you on the shopping thing though, I need to go buy presents for all the family tomorrow. Last saturday before the event, it's going to be hell. Wonderful.

yipes! I'd forgotten that I need to go to the grocery store! arrggh, maybe I'll go tonight about 9pm when maybe it won't be too bad, everyone will still be in the malls or going home from the malls....

ditto everything you said about people in grocery stores! drives me crazy as I make a point of pulling my cart over to the side when I stop and not just stopping dead in the middle and then wandering off down the aisle *groan*

I stopped going to Krogers because they installed video displays *throughout the entire frickkin' store* on each aisle and at all the checkout stands and the deli that *talk all the time* trying to sell me something (I have no idea what as I deliberately ignore them). Then they put in a pianist to sing (really bad) elevator music (really badly) on weekends. This led one Saturday to the deli guy and me having a shouting match as neither of us could hear each other over the talking video display, the pianist/singer *and* the musak playing over the store's audio system, punctuated by the usual "cleanup on aisle two" and "manager needed at register five".

sheesh. I swear they need to call OSHA for the noise level being a hazard to the employees, I cannot imagine working an eight hour shift (or even a four hour shift) in that cacophony.

Funnily enough I was just trying to explain today to a Chinese friend (whose name I shall not even try to render in Roman characters) about supermarket opening times over Xmyth.

She'd come to the conclusion that shopping on the 25th was a good idea based on the fact the shop were advertised as only open for a short while, so one else would bother. I think I've convinced that the only way to avoid that particular level of hell is to get stuff in advance (in doing so, braving a totally different level of hell).

By all means, whatever keeps track of these things owes you a cookie. A karma cookie!

Rather than brave the stores, which I find odiously crowded enough when there isn't a holiday looming, I'm planning to just graze off the huge pile of edibles in the break room at work. (Receptionist: "If I see one more cookie, I am going to scream. There is no more room on the table!" [She is in fact correct. There is now a large box of cookies occupying a chair])

Also, I have obligatory dinner with relatives on the day itself, so on that day, they're going to have to feed me. Ha.

As such, I'm feeling particularly proud of myself that when told, at the checkout, to "have a lovely Christmas", I did not respond with "actually, I don't observe that particular holiday, and I'd be much obliged if you'd cease and desist from attempting to push your religious beliefs on me". Nor did I respond with a single, derisive "hah!" Nor even an incomprehensible mumble. Instead, I mustered up my best impression of a cheerful person and replied with "you too". I have to get some sort of good karma points for that, right?

I'd say so, yes. Much like answering "How are you?" with "Good" or "All right", or "You have lovely eyes" with "Thank you", rather than, say, "Really awful, and I haven't slept properly for weeks" and "It's not as if I have any influence over the colour, you know", respectively. Sort of a semi-meaningful challenge-response system rather than a serious opportunity for individual answers, unless you know the person and they obviously mean what they say rather than using the phrase as a ritualistic social interaction.

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