Sunday, December 18

Perils of Living in a Small Town

I just got a whole mess of Christmas carolers. What exactly is the etiquette for that? They were out there for like 15 minutes belting out the tunes, and I'm standing there with a fake grin plastered on my face with my bare feet absolutely freezing because it is 6 degrees outside and I didn't know this would take this damn long. Is there some way to politely shut them up so that you can go back to watching your 15th episode of Mythbusters for the day? I didn't just want to shut the door, but, really... not in the mood. And then they want stuff. Yeah, yeah, the holidays are a time for giving and all that. But my feet are freezing, my face hurts from pretending I enjoy your version of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree and now you want stuff. Can't you just ask next time without all the singing? I was going to eat that box of mac and cheese that I just gave you. And the soup and the pasta and that can of mandarin oranges at some point. I love those little oranges. That's why I bought them. Give me some notice. Leave a nice little note like the Post Office or the Boy Scouts do, saying you'll be collecting in a few days. Don't force me to run into the kitchen, grabbing whatever non-perishable items I can as quickly as possible just to get you to leave and for God's sake to stop singing O Little Town of Bethlehem. That is a really long song. Really long. What if I was Jewish or celebrated Kwanza or something? I realize I sound Scroogey. But next time, please just do a canned good drive. Or sing to old people or someone who remotely enjoys that sort of thing..... But on the plus side, they didn't sing Santa Baby. So I am still Santa Baby free for the season....

Posted by blueostrich at 5:57 PM
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