Which is gonna be faster?? The train or the car?? The Mandurah line is not in function yet, just some test driving.The christmas season is fast approaching, faster than the Mandurah choo choo train. The question that i quite commonly ask my patients now is "How's your preparation for Chrissy??" I get all sorts of answers. Most actually dread the shopping, some are running away with an overseas trip, some are returning to their own country/state, some of the country patients are escaping to Perth to avoid the congestion that's gonna be caused by the city dwellers, some are just gonna chill and do nothing.
Most guys are cool as cucumber, cause they have their mums, wives, girlfriends to do the shopping part (how unfair!!! aahahah). Just to be fair to the guys, in most cases it's not that they don't wanna help out, but it is because they really have no inkling of what to buy, and their eyes probably start to twitch when they see the crowds (signs of shoppophobia). One lady told me she once sent her husband armed with a concise list of pressies to buy, yet he came back with either the wrong item, wrong colour or wrong brand. I find that hilarious, cause i remembered when i was younger, i told dad i wanted a Winnie the Pooh, poor dad didn't even have an idea of what it was.
The ones that are most stressed are the mums. Some of them looked clearly distressed. How would you not be when you are suposed to host a huge dinner party and at the same time look calm and pretty.
As for me, i am gonna be a grinch this year. Need to store up water for next year. Anyways, i have never fancy christmas shopping. Screaming children, trolleys full of stuff, long queues are enough to send me running for the hills. My action plan is browse catalogue, write a list, find a parking, get everything and run straight back to the car.
Most guys are cool as cucumber, cause they have their mums, wives, girlfriends to do the shopping part (how unfair!!! aahahah). Just to be fair to the guys, in most cases it's not that they don't wanna help out, but it is because they really have no inkling of what to buy, and their eyes probably start to twitch when they see the crowds (signs of shoppophobia). One lady told me she once sent her husband armed with a concise list of pressies to buy, yet he came back with either the wrong item, wrong colour or wrong brand. I find that hilarious, cause i remembered when i was younger, i told dad i wanted a Winnie the Pooh, poor dad didn't even have an idea of what it was.
The ones that are most stressed are the mums. Some of them looked clearly distressed. How would you not be when you are suposed to host a huge dinner party and at the same time look calm and pretty.
As for me, i am gonna be a grinch this year. Need to store up water for next year. Anyways, i have never fancy christmas shopping. Screaming children, trolleys full of stuff, long queues are enough to send me running for the hills. My action plan is browse catalogue, write a list, find a parking, get everything and run straight back to the car.
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