well, it’s almost here, the most expensive holiday of the entire year. i dislike christmas more and more every year. the day itself is alright, but it’s all the other crap that i hate. the excess baggage (starring alicia silverstone).
it seems like this time of year is only about spending money. most people don’t even want to spend time with their families. they have to buy shitloads of booze to make it tolerable. shit, all they have to do is pay me. i’ll make it tolerable for them. they won’t even have to be afraid of uncle jimmy after i’m done.
i guess when all is said and done, there is only one reason why i want this holiday season to be over with. i don’t know what her name is, but she’s the bell ringer for the salvation army outside the store where i work. and every freakin’ time i go to get carts, she says, “have a merry christmas.” like i’m a customer, and then she stares at me for awhile. it makes me really uncomfortable, because i think she may be homeless or “down on her luck” or she wants to eat me.
is it really too much to ask for her to remember me and just say “hi” or something? maybe she really does want me to have a merry christmas. but i still get creeped out by the zombie-look in her eyes. and nothing makes me get carts faster than the zombie-look.
dear santa, please have the crazy bitch relocated to another storefront. thank you.