It’s Christmas again, and that means another zombie shopping frenzy at the local mall.
It’s the same every year (just like my posts whinging about them). As far as I am concerned even at the best of times malls are vampires that suck money and will-to-live.
Shopping in the mall for me consists of hurtling into the place, picking up essential bloke stuff (beer, power tools). Then getting out. Fast.
Come Christmas these places turn into zombie machines – ghastly spaces filled with ridiculous tinsel and fake Christmas cheer that turn everyday people into endless hordes of once-were-humans, the shopping dead who amble vacantly in witless circles, slack mouths breathing that dread word – ‘credit caaaaaaard…’, all the while surrounded by chintzy gifts that are ‘made to sell’ and which break 28 seconds after being opened, but who cares because they sold which is the purpose of it all, and – and – Bah humbug!
Copyright © Matthew Wright 2015