This weekend, I decided that it was time to get my Christmas shopping done. I couldn’t picked a better time . . . to immerse myself in hours of waiting in long lines with other desperate shoppers trying to fill the void of knowing they “owe” someone a present (that’s debatable).
The main waiting that I was forced to endure was in my car going to and from the parking lots of Baybrook Mall and vicinity. Going to that mall was like going back to a different mall because so much has changed. Yet, it also feels like going to high school because I spent more than a few occasions spending endless time hanging out. So I basically made one round getting presents and then getting the heck away from there.
Oh, how I love the burden of our materialistic Christmas. . . Nothing like putting off buying presents until the “last minute”.