What do you hate about Christmas Shopping?

[HEMISFEAR]

I stop into Home Dept yesterday during my lunch break to check out a lithium-ion cordless drill kit for my Dad and ohhh, the hell that I encountered. I should have known by all the Buicks parked in the lot that what I would see when I walked in was a 25000+ square foot senior-citizen filled arena of confusion. I go to the self-scan checkout because all the lines were filled with people and I was in a rush. I walk behind a lady with her husband who appeared to have only 2 items left in their cart and the others were bagged. Quick work right? Umm...noooooooo! It took her nearly 8 minutes to scan the last two items ...properly. Apparently she scanned one item 3 times. She asked the nearby cashier where the bar code was on one of the items. When the cashier responded to her, she didn't hear shit! Her husband was completely useless and was damn near asleep while standing. I started to think, which one of these two are driving home? <Note to self, avoid whatever road they're using>. Soooo, the cashier has to come and help her because the last item didn't have a bar code on it or it was coming up incorrect. She also had to deduct the times she scanned one item more than once. In comes the classic chit chat so many seniors are fond of because they probably don't talk to people all day, except for the telemarketers they luckily have call during the day. (I'm baffled as to why they go out during the busiest times of the day. Early morning commute to work when I pull up on one whose thinking it's their leisurely Sunday drive out in the country. Lunch time. After work rush hour, when they think they want to turn into a parking lot only to realize they can't turn there, proceed another 100 feet slow down to a snail's pace and turn into the parking lot leaving about 150 cars behind them wondering what the fuck is going on up there??!!?) Anyways, she begins asking the cashier and her husband (who keeps responding to her with: "What"? "Eh"? ) whether she should get her great grandkid a video game or a gift certificate. At this point, I'm red. My blood is boiling and I can't stop myself from looking at my watch. I've turned into one of those huffy douches you see where their time is the most important thing in the world and nobody else's schedule matters. I let out a big <SIGH> only to have the cashier look at me :rolleyes:

I begin to think, "YOU'RE IN A FUCKIN' HOME DEPOT!! THEY DON'T SELL VIDEO GAMES HERE"!!! GET YOUR FUCKIN SNOT-NOSE KID A HAMMER TO PUT YOU OUT OF YOUR MISERY AND CLAIM YOUR INHERITANCE NOW AND NOT IN ANOTHER 20 FUCKIN YEARS"!!!!!!!!! MOVE BITCH! MOVE!"

I look over to the register beside us and it's completely cleared of people. I make my way over there only to have some jerkoff come out of fuckin nowhere with like 8 things cradled in his arms make it to the counter before me. He saw me too. Her sped up. The bas****.

I put the cordless drill suitcase thingie down and say, "FUCK IT" Pops doesn't really need one anyways and left.

Lesson learned? I don't like to shop for people. I've always saved things to the last minute and I don't see a reason to change things now or in the near future. Sad thing is, I'll probably be one of those senile old people looking to have a friendly conversation with the cashier out of sheer boredom knowing full well, some younger, impatient and pompous asshat is gonna stroke out behind me as the clerk looks for the barcode I deviously took off before I got to the check out. :D

[Vinnysrt8]

home depo sucks during the holidays it sucks for my dad because he has to go there and buy things because he is a contractor

[Mag 8]

lol, whoa!!!

Lets call that the Mila-vent! Rick Mercer would be proud, my man!

Seriously, any of the box stores suck donkey balls at best - Most times of the year I just send my workers to get the shit they need (they don't mind waiting as they get paid hourly) but at this time of year it's horrendous.

Do you at least feel better for getting it all out?

[HEMISFEAR]

Ahhh, much better lol. ;) Anyone else?

[1fastsedan]

In general, I hate crowds, busy parking lots, and waiting in line. So I don't do Christmas shopping, except on the computer. In mid-November, I even went to Target at stocked up on essentials (toilet paper, soap, shampoo, etc.) just to ensure that I wouldn't run out before January.

Milan, you're a saint. I probably would have bitch slapped that woman who sped up to take the open register from you.

[Dr.Steve]

I hate getting trampled to death in Wal-Mart :bricks1:

[HEMISFEAR]

Lol..me too. Sucks dying in a Wal-Mart lmao.

[The_Main_Event]

yea i dont go out and shop on black friday forget that i sleep in..

[paxton]

Do what I do...let the wife go out and do all the shopping. I haven't bought a fuckin' thing yet and don't plan to...well I might go out and get her a birthday card and flowers for her birthday on the 24th, but that's about it. She likes shopping so i say GO FOR IT!

[HEMISFEAR]

Do what I do...let the wife go out and do all the shopping. I haven't bought a fuckin' thing yet and don't plan to...well I might go out and get her a birthday card and flowers for her birthday on the 24th, but that's about it. She likes shopping so i say GO FOR IT!

That's what I've done for 5 years. Works great. Sometimes it's good to know what she bought people. I usually don't.

[paxton]

That's what I've done for 5 years. Works great. Sometimes it's good to know what she bought people. I usually don't.

LOL....ya, nothin' like not knowing when someone's opening a gift that you have no freakin' clue what it is!!hahahaha

[08srt8Calgary]

This was the first year I got to stay home and drink beers while wifey ran around elbowing people in the malls. She figured that I get so worked up in lines and crowds that I stress everyone out, but mostly myself. So she pulled the jeep in the garage loaded with shit, and handed me the credit card receipts. Didnt even phase me- I was so calm from having just watched a couple of movies.

When I was 20 I actually got into a ultra violent fist fight in a parking lot in Kelowna over a parking space. I tried talking him out of it- but oh well. Now everytime I go out during christmas- my hands sweat and the hair stands up on my neck- cause I think the next scrap is minutes away.

[CTS-Veo]

I stop into Home Dept yesterday during my lunch break to check out a lithium-ion cordless drill kit for my Dad and ohhh, the hell that I encountered. I should have known by all the Buicks parked in the lot that what I would see when I walked in was a 25000+ square foot senior-citizen filled arena of confusion. I go to the self-scan checkout because all the lines were filled with people and I was in a rush. I walk behind a lady with her husband who appeared to have only 2 items left in their cart and the others were bagged. Quick work right? Umm...noooooooo! It took her nearly 8 minutes to scan the last two items ...properly. Apparently she scanned one item 3 times. She asked the nearby cashier where the bar code was on one of the items. When the cashier responded to her, she didn't hear shit! Her husband was completely useless and was damn near asleep while standing. I started to think, which one of these two are driving home? <Note to self, avoid whatever road they're using>. Soooo, the cashier has to come and help her because the last item didn't have a bar code on it or it was coming up incorrect. She also had to deduct the times she scanned one item more than once. In comes the classic chit chat so many seniors are fond of because they probably don't talk to people all day, except for the telemarketers they luckily have call during the day. (I'm baffled as to why they go out during the busiest times of the day. Early morning commute to work when I pull up on one whose thinking it's their leisurely Sunday drive out in the country. Lunch time. After work rush hour, when they think they want to turn into a parking lot only to realize they can't turn there, proceed another 100 feet slow down to a snail's pace and turn into the parking lot leaving about 150 cars behind them wondering what the fuck is going on up there??!!?) Anyways, she begins asking the cashier and her husband (who keeps responding to her with: "What"? "Eh"? ) whether she should get her great grandkid a video game or a gift certificate. At this point, I'm red. My blood is boiling and I can't stop myself from looking at my watch. I've turned into one of those huffy douches you see where their time is the most important thing in the world and nobody else's schedule matters. I let out a big <SIGH> only to have the cashier look at me :rolleyes:

I begin to think, "YOU'RE IN A FUCKIN' HOME DEPOT!! THEY DON'T SELL VIDEO GAMES HERE"!!! GET YOUR FUCKIN SNOT-NOSE KID A HAMMER TO PUT YOU OUT OF YOUR MISERY AND CLAIM YOUR INHERITANCE NOW AND NOT IN ANOTHER 20 FUCKIN YEARS"!!!!!!!!! MOVE BITCH! MOVE!"

I look over to the register beside us and it's completely cleared of people. I make my way over there only to have some jerkoff come out of fuckin nowhere with like 8 things cradled in his arms make it to the counter before me. He saw me too. Her sped up. The bas****.

I put the cordless drill suitcase thingie down and say, "FUCK IT" Pops doesn't really need one anyways and left.

Lesson learned? I don't like to shop for people. I've always saved things to the last minute and I don't see a reason to change things now or in the near future. Sad thing is, I'll probably be one of those senile old people looking to have a friendly conversation with the cashier out of sheer boredom knowing full well, some younger, impatient and pompous asshat is gonna stroke out behind me as the clerk looks for the barcode I deviously took off before I got to the check out. :D

That story would have been so much better if you said the quote in red out loud...:twocents:

[DevssrT]

anyone who doesnt do it online is a DOUCHE! LOL.....

Amen to that!!...Woke up Thursday (had off the past few days), and ordered all my presents for people (only 3 lol- mom, dad, girlfriend) but now that its all taken care of, I can relax till they are over.

[DragginWagon]

I stop into Home Dept yesterday during my lunch break to check out a lithium-ion cordless drill kit for my Dad and ohhh, the hell that I encountered. I should have known by all the Buicks parked in the lot that what I would see when I walked in was a 25000+ square foot senior-citizen filled arena of confusion. I go to the self-scan checkout because all the lines were filled with people and I was in a rush. I walk behind a lady with her husband who appeared to have only 2 items left in their cart and the others were bagged. Quick work right? Umm...noooooooo! It took her nearly 8 minutes to scan the last two items ...properly. Apparently she scanned one item 3 times. She asked the nearby cashier where the bar code was on one of the items. When the cashier responded to her, she didn't hear shit! Her husband was completely useless and was damn near asleep while standing. I started to think, which one of these two are driving home? <Note to self, avoid whatever road they're using>. Soooo, the cashier has to come and help her because the last item didn't have a bar code on it or it was coming up incorrect. She also had to deduct the times she scanned one item more than once. In comes the classic chit chat so many seniors are fond of because they probably don't talk to people all day, except for the telemarketers they luckily have call during the day. (I'm baffled as to why they go out during the busiest times of the day. Early morning commute to work when I pull up on one whose thinking it's their leisurely Sunday drive out in the country. Lunch time. After work rush hour, when they think they want to turn into a parking lot only to realize they can't turn there, proceed another 100 feet slow down to a snail's pace and turn into the parking lot leaving about 150 cars behind them wondering what the fuck is going on up there??!!?) Anyways, she begins asking the cashier and her husband (who keeps responding to her with: "What"? "Eh"? ) whether she should get her great grandkid a video game or a gift certificate. At this point, I'm red. My blood is boiling and I can't stop myself from looking at my watch. I've turned into one of those huffy douches you see where their time is the most important thing in the world and nobody else's schedule matters. I let out a big <SIGH> only to have the cashier look at me :rolleyes:

I begin to think, "YOU'RE IN A FUCKIN' HOME DEPOT!! THEY DON'T SELL VIDEO GAMES HERE"!!! GET YOUR FUCKIN SNOT-NOSE KID A HAMMER TO PUT YOU OUT OF YOUR MISERY AND CLAIM YOUR INHERITANCE NOW AND NOT IN ANOTHER 20 FUCKIN YEARS"!!!!!!!!! MOVE BITCH! MOVE!"

I look over to the register beside us and it's completely cleared of people. I make my way over there only to have some jerkoff come out of fuckin nowhere with like 8 things cradled in his arms make it to the counter before me. He saw me too. Her sped up. The bas****.

I put the cordless drill suitcase thingie down and say, "FUCK IT" Pops doesn't really need one anyways and left.

Lesson learned? I don't like to shop for people. I've always saved things to the last minute and I don't see a reason to change things now or in the near future. Sad thing is, I'll probably be one of those senile old people looking to have a friendly conversation with the cashier out of sheer boredom knowing full well, some younger, impatient and pompous asshat is gonna stroke out behind me as the clerk looks for the barcode I deviously took off before I got to the check out. :D

Try living in Florida, it happens daily!