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Tuesday, December 26, 2006
WTF?
Christmas has come and gone! You can all breathe a sigh of relief knowing that you have 364 more shopping days until the beast of a holiday is upon us once again.
I do hope you all had a great holiday. I awoke very early Christmas Eve and went for a short 2 mile run before going to the Whole Foods market to get my Christmas Eve dinner before the crowds arrived. Last year, the line was nearly 100 people long by mid afternoon, and avoiding that crowd was my main priority.
The person who worked behind the food counter listened to my request for sweet potatoes and went above and beyond by not only pureeing them, but also my cranberry sauce and my filet mignon (so I could actually eat it). Yes, folks, I planned on eating well for Christmas Eve. My menu was planned, and I walked back home along Broadway stopping for some candles along the way. I dropped off my groceries and while putting away my purchases and realized that I had forgotten the milk. Coat back on, I headed to the market at around 2pm.
At this time, the grocery store resembles the stock exchange. People are rushing everywhere, lines are immense, and the final stress of the holidays is hitting. Which was exactly what happened. Over by the cut watermelon, two women got into an argument over a particular container (although more containers were right next to it). The argument very quickly escalated until one woman actually took a swing at the other.
Immediately the store was transported back to a school yard and a ring of people formed around the "cat fight" until security could escort the two out of the building. We all went back to our shopping.
What brings people to such stress over the holidays that they would actually get into a fight for food in a grocery store? Who thinks they got coal this year? And most importantly, who eats watermelon on Christmas? WTF?
Patrick - 4:16 PM
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