Sunday, December 16, 2007

Tis the season to be.........harried?
My quest to not be a Scrooge, and I am determined!!

Yesterday, I decided to bite the bullet and head to the mall, yes the mall, just a week or so away from Christmas, I decide this. Why? Don't know! I could sense the crowds before I even get there. Traffic is heavy but nothing intolerable. So I proceed. Its interesting that since I really had no other purpose than to return something to Walmart (never made it within 20 feet of the register) and I wanted to put to use some coupons, to get Jon Jeans, that I should pick a Saturday afternoon (height of feverish shopping for some) to do this.

Parking wa
s not bad, and I managed a coveted spot in front of Macy's (Christmas Capital of the world) though I had no purpose to go to Macy's. Walk through I dare, just to get to the inside of the mall. As I ascend through the crowds, I can't tell you the craziness before my eyes. People with huge piles in their arms of stuff, while trying to drink their $5.00 Starbucks coffee. I could not help but smile (yes, slightly smugly) since I just had a small purpose and absolutely NO Christmas shopping to do.

Once in the Mall, aha, the line for the much desired and at times, feared picture with S
anta is
in full rage. Parents holding their infants and maybe an older sibling, all dressed up t
o meet with the most powerful man in December. Reminding me of my favorite Christmas movie "A Christmas Story" when Santa turns over little Ralphie to the elves, who shove him down the slide before he gets to tell him what he'd like for Christmas. Once again I smile(not in a mean spirit), as I watch parents frazzled because their little one is not wanting to stay still, their hair is a mess and one little girl has a rip on her tights and her pigtails are no longer even.

Now, I am realizing that I am way over dressed and I am starting to get hot. Being overly layered was not a good idea. Yet I am enjoying my foray into the mall. It is crowded, loud, decorated and it seems like every single store is having a sale. I finally hustle myself to the second floor where I find the store I am looking for and hooray for me the jeans are on sale. I easily find the size I need and get on line (which to my delight, was not long). I take out my wallet and take out my coupons, and would you believe there is a catch, darn. In order to use my $25.00 gift cards, I have to spend $50, and to boot the reason I got the 3 gift cards was because I already spent $150.00. So, what I thought was a sale was just a way to get me to buy more. Oh, well. The young man at the register kindly gave me the option of picking up a few more items so that I could use all 3 cards....uhhh no thanks. So I get the jeans and I happily turn to the people behind me and give them the last two cards. They were very grateful since it would mean $25.00 off their purchases. I smile again.......and wish them all a very MERRY CHRISTMAS.

[Ralphie is visiting Santa at the department store, only he can't remember what he wanted]
Santa Claus: How about a nice football?
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Football? Football? What's a football? With unconscious will my voice squeaked out 'football'.
Santa Claus: Okay, get him out of here.
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] A football? Oh no, what was I doing? Wake up, Stupid! Wake up!
Ralphie: [Ralphie is shoved down the slide, but he stops himself and climbs back up] No! No! I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!
Santa Claus: You'll shoot your eye out, kid.


Betty said...

Dear Simply Me,

You are the opposite of a Scrooge, that's for sure! I'm sure the strangers who received your unexpected gift cards in the checkout line will be telling this story for years! And interestingly, you were probably the only person in the mall who wasn't there for Christmas shopping.

Hugs and Happy Holidays,

Mark said...

You did very well for being in such a hostile enviroment.

Big Dave T said...

Ya know, I don't think I bought one Christmas gift at the mall this year. Many things on-line, though.

Thanks for the bonus, the links to the Internet Movie Database. I didn't know that the narrator of The Christmas Story was the actual author of the book.

Learn something new in the blog world every day.

But I don't speak Yiddish. I'm very good at Googling however.

Dust-bunny said...

This is just one of the most enjoyable movies ever, and we have it on every Christmas morning as we open up the gifts...I'm not quite sure how that traditions started, but it could have to do with the fact that it's on 24 hours straight between Christmas Eve and Christmas Day!

My favorite part is when he says, "Oh, FUDGE..." (NOT)!! And the follow-up phone call that the mom makes to Ralphie's friend's mom...did you ever really listen to her on the other line?? Hilarious!!

You are always generous and lucky for the people behind you to get to experience it firsthand!!