December 23rd: the busiest shopping day before Christmas. 12:30pm in a mall. The store is empty.
I'm afraid. I'm very afraid.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
The Art of the Queue
I hate lines. I really, really do.
Maybe I should qualify that: I hate useless lines, like those for the bus. They make me want to force people to line up the stairs behind me on the subway platform.
That being said, situations like transit have alternatives. Refusing to file on to a bus in a specific order won't somehow cause the bus to drive more slowly, or as I'm convinced bus-liner-uppers (it's a word!) perceive it, cause the driver to miss their stop:
"I rang the bell!"
"Actually sir, you were 34th in line - you have to wait four more stops."
Maybe I should qualify that: I hate useless lines, like those for the bus. They make me want to force people to line up the stairs behind me on the subway platform.
That being said, situations like transit have alternatives. Refusing to file on to a bus in a specific order won't somehow cause the bus to drive more slowly, or as I'm convinced bus-liner-uppers (it's a word!) perceive it, cause the driver to miss their stop:
"I rang the bell!"
"Actually sir, you were 34th in line - you have to wait four more stops."
Hello, World! and My Favourite Customers
The original idea for this blog came as the Christmas rush picked up. People get crazy (crazier, I suppose) around this time of year. I have yet to figure out exactly why, but I'm sure there's grant money to be made in the study of the shopping psyche come holiday season. A mall in December is like a shark tank at feeding time. Everyone's eyes seem to roll back into their heads as they claw their way through hordes of their familiars in search of new and exciting ways to give their money away.
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