It could be worse...

[crowdog66]

I'm having a fairly shitty day what with missing my mom and all, but as George just reminded me, it could be a lot worse.

GEORGE: *pausing in typing at the G5* "Listen! Do you hear that sound?"
ME: *pausing in typing at the iMac* "...?..."
G: "That dim and distant sound... like the roaring of the ocean... or hundreds of people screaming..."
M: "..."
G: "..."
M: "Oh my fucking God... it's the poor bastards at the malls, isn't it?"

Yep, all those people who waited until the last minute to do their Christmas shopping. All those people running around like panicked chickens in the final shopping hour before THE BIG DAY. All those people whose gift choices, now that the shelves are picked clean, boil down to a lime green and pink popcorn maker, a $3 set of oven mitts, or a $250 deluxe crock pot.

I might be almost sick with grief, but at least I'm not at the mall on Christmas Eve.

And that actually makes me feel a little bit better. Ah, sweet Schadenfreude...

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

If you're going to Schaden your -freude, keep it for the merchants.

I was out shopping today and things were...

...quiet...

...too quiet.

Easy parking too. A shop owner's worst nightmare.

Bell

[metisbutterfly.livejournal.com]

We had to do to that. Don't laugh! heheheh.
For us it was necessity, I didn't get paid until Christmas Eve, because apparently, I'm Bob Cratchitt. ;)
Happy Holidays to you and George!

[cockatiel-art.livejournal.com]

LMAO..thanks for the laugh! Oh God I needed that XD!