I'm not sure about you but Christmas shopping scares the average Southern Bloke. I get sweaty palms and a knot in my guts just getting ready to head out! Yesterday we did a family push to Riccarton Mall. It really was a pre curser to the main event. It was just to get me into shopping mode because whilst everyone else in the family has it sorted, I am for the first time getting my head around the annual requirement to do "Christmas shopping".
Riccarton Mall did not fail to deliver. The lines of cars circling the high rise car parks, the teenagers dressed as parking attendants/security who complete with ear pieces were intently focused on texting rather than directing people to vacant parks. Then into the main event.....the travelator that led us into the seething mass of shoppers. Suddenly I was amongst them all and to be fair they were all there. The arguing families, the Merivale crew, the dozens of teenagers milling about, the bored shop assistants, the fat people hoovering everything in the food courts, money machines jammed, lines of people waiting for everything. men looking bewildered and traumatised.
We did brave the supermarket and nail the main food shop which was great.
A frightening place!
After that lovely recount I must admit that no, I don't actually miss Riccarton Mall at the holidays. You did nail the groups of shoppers to a tee though, especially the Merivale crew, the hoovering chubbies, and the last-minute bewildered male shoppers. Nothing like leaving it to the last minute Mr. Langston ; )
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Thanks for the comments. Indeed nothing like last minute shopping....but then that is want men do!
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