Let's not forget the traffic around major shopping hubs! 20 goddamn extra minutes if I have to visit my wife at work on a 12 minute drive, and she forgets her lunch all the time.
And it doesn't end until the new year because post Crimbo is return season!
When I hear people complain about what a miserable chore it is to have to see their families at Christmas, it makes me wonder, what am I doing wrong? Have I failed to notice that everyone I'm related to is a monster?
Holidays were always a problem like that. I remember when every Sunday was the day you could do nothing but rest. Movies and restaurants weren't open, so unless you wanted to go to the park and throw a football (if even that was legal), all you could do was stay at home. According to the 19th. century attitude, Sunday was for prayer. If you weren't a Christian or didn't want to pray, shame on you! Thank Cthulhu that all began to change in the 1960s. But now we still have the problem of days off in which either we cann't do things, or nobody is off work to do them with. This year, as the last few, my nephews have had temp jobs that required them to be at work on Christmas day, so we had to have the family dinner on a different day ... which led to me sitting at home by myself on Christmas itself. (Nor did I any praying!)
And it doesn't end until the new year because post Crimbo is return season!
Or if you were REALLY nice, a woman stuffed with a ton of coal! That sounds like something for you.
Thanks, Mayans. Thanks for nothing.
AGOUTI NEVER
PIE DROOLZ