there is no such thing as last minute christmas shopping.

you can't call that christmas shopping.

Screaming kids, and badgered parents... at the end of each day - theres nothing left on the shelves. only rejected, broken and opened useless gifts that nobody wanted to give, not even to the worst of their relatives.

At the end of the day, with 10min to shop and hands full of bags you realise you need to cut your losses, and start again tomorrow. Yes, shopping for that one extra gift will mean that you endure another day of that

The day day after u walk in early and you're suprised - the floor is actually visible, theres no hundreds of shoes on the floor or ripped open bags of lollies and detached hampers. The shelves are restocked and last nights coke spill is gone - and the you realise that some poor bugger must have had to clean up that mess all nite.

i saw a mum who wouldn't get her kid some huge ass barbie, then the kid just started to scream out "i don't know you anymore" "i don't know you anymore". it was more between and shrill and a sob, but i couldn't tell properly because she was banging the floor with her hands.

now i know why rhodes never built target, or bigw or kmart - and only have boring specialty stores that ppl feel like are more specialised and therefore more refined and better (a la shaver shop - who really goes there to buy a shaver?). no kids, no muss no fuss. theres the occasional sticky seat from the icecream covered hands when corporate mummy and daddy can't find a baby sitter that can cook a foie gras steak for their bub.