A Day Less Jolly

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On the Day after Christmas I did something new-

I went to the store.

I went to Walmart.

I learned a couple of things yesterday.

First of all I learned that in the Consumer Universe I am a novice, a beginner, I am without the survival skills one needs to compete in the shopping aisles on the day after Christmas.

 

People were mean and hostile- they road raged with shopping carts and a few of them were talking to their kids in a way I wouldn’t have talked to my own dog. My sister gave me her shopping cart and I hid at the end of an aisle were there weren’t any sale signs and tried to not make eye contact with the shoppers who strayed into such areas.

 

I did buy a couple of things- and when I was done I all but ran for the safety of my Sister’s car.

” Those people scared me.” said I- the former Mortician’s Apprentice, the writer of macabre, the woman who used to sit in the basement of a columbarium because it was warm down there and quiet.

” They are scary Anita. ” said my sister in a whisper. ” They are very, very scary. I should know. I do this all of the time.”

I backed away from my Sister and I was careful to not look her in the eye.

 

Next year I think I’ll stay home and skip the trip to the store. That experience unnerved me and no one should have to feel that kind of fear  with ” Frosty The Snowman ” playing endlessly from a two dollar Christmas card ( half off ) hidden on a picked over shelf of discounted Christmas Decorations.

 

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Daily Prompt: Retreat

 

 

 

Author: animar64

I write- the rest is filler

1 thought on “A Day Less Jolly”

  1. The two days you wouldn’t get me near a store, especially WalMart (which I don’t shop in anyway) are Black Friday and December 26. Shudder!!! No special deal is worth that. I hear there were actual riots in several places across the country.

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