Happy Holidays Continued

This evening I was forced to head over to the mall. It was not something that I wanted to do. I fought it, I struggled and I did what I could to overcome the unnatural urges of the one ring but alas I am a Numenorean and I did succumb.

Now you know that my visits to the mall are interesting. I say Happy Holidays and once called Santa a fat pedophile so you just need to accept that if you venture out with me I am not afraid to speak my mind.

Not only that but I just might come up with some kind of wacky story and who knows where things go or what can happen then. Speaking of wacky stories and continuing on with the Lord of the Rings theme one day I have to blog about the time when I worked for Gollum. She probably prefers that I refer to her as some kind of supervillain, more Darth Vader like but the reality is that she was much more like the old fish eating cave dweller.

Tonight I armed myself with a hard glare and strode purposefully into Macys. In a short time I was accosted by the makeup and perfume girls who tried to convince me to paint my wife and charm her olfactory system. Ok, the girl didn’t use the word olfactory or system, I did.

She was a tall blonde with a face that was painted on by Dali. Ok, that is not fair either, she wasn’t Dali-like nor did she have three noses or resemble any sort of Picassoish cubism deal. She did have heals that must have been 17 inches in height. I have heard of penis envy but this was stiletto envy, how could the other shoes stand to be near these. They must be so ashamed.

“Try some Essence De Flowers from another place,” she said. I smiled and said that I was trying to quit, but for some reason that went right over her head.

Salesgirl: Your wife will love you if you buy her this.
Me: I bought her a vacuum cleaner. Why does she need this.

Salesgirl: You are so funny. Every woman needs perfume.
Me: What is wrong with taking a bath or shower. Ok, don’t answer that, if she is strong enough to carry a bath away she is more than I can handle.

Salesgirl: This scent is one of my favorites and my mother loves it too.
Me: How old is your mother?

Salesgirl: She is 48. Why do you ask?
Me: Because my wife is 97. Did you ever hear of Martha Raye.

This sent the painted woman into a paroxysm of sputtering and stuttering. It also allowed me to saunter off into the belly of the beast, the mall itself.

As I entered it I could hear a cacophony of Xmas music. BTW, did you know that writing Xmas means that I am antiXtian. I can thank a number of readers for telling me that, but not my dear Lynne Goldberg.

My reverie was broken by the Tmobile man. He was in my face asking me if I needed a cellphone. I said no and he asked if my wife needed one. I tried to stop my response, but I couldn’t help it. I told him that my wife was 97 and asked him if he had ever heard of Martha Raye.

Phoneboy wasn’t fazed by this and wished me a Merry Xmas. I wished him a happy holiday, a warm Kwanza and and cheery pagan holiday. That was a mistake because the anti “Happy Holidays” crew was there and once again I was accosted.

They attacked phoneboy and insisted that he continue to wish people Merry Xmas regardless of whether they looked Xtian or not and then those sharks turned on me.

They gazed upon my semitic features and took my measure. I squinted back at them and asked if someone could start whistling the theme to The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. They encircled me and I knew that soon a fight was going to break out.

A bead of sweat rolled down the corner of my head and a small vein in my forehead popped out. I matched their gaze with my own steely glint and prepared to engage them. Time stood still. Would I be like Bruce Lee in Fists of Fury or something else. I love Bruce but needed something a little lighter so I opted to recreate Robert Stack in Airplane.

You know the scene, he enters the airport and beats up all of the various people asking him for money.

The first man screamed it is not a holiday tree and charged me. I stepped to the side and as he passed by I tripped him and watched him slide into Santa’s playhouse. He was followed by a woman who shrieked that I was killing the baby Jesus. I know better than to hit a woman so I did what any fast thinking man would do. I sprayed her wrists with the Essence De Flowers and pushed her into a shoe store. Last I saw her she was drooling over some Manolo Blahniks.

The next few minutes are a blur. I was like a whirling dervish. I spun to the left and poked the short guy in the ribs with a Snoopy ornament. Lucy and her football smacked another in the nose and then I was hit from behind by The Great Pumpkin.

By this point I was a bloody mess and growing winded. I needed a way to escape. I looked around and saw a mentally disturbed man muttering to himself, pointed at him and shouted “look there goes Pat Robertson.”

The ruse worked and the 700 club ran sheeplike to the leader of their flock leaving me time to exit the mall and return to the safety of my car.

For those of you who are slower than the rest elements of this story have been changed to protect the innocent. That means that some of this is fiction, even if it is poorly written.

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  1. Jack's Shack December 7, 2005 at 7:00 am


    Well Mr. Lion, I would be happy to.


    I tried to explain that but people just think that I am making it up. Ignorance is frightening.


    I believe you.


    Life is full of excitement. All you have to do is look or speak creatively.

  2. Steg (dos iz nit der Å¡teg) December 6, 2005 at 8:36 pm


    I wish my trips to the mall were that exciting…

  3. Robbie December 6, 2005 at 3:10 pm

    I was gonna say what q said. Really.

  4. Stephen (aka Q) December 6, 2005 at 11:34 am

    Did you know that writing Xmas means that I am antiXtian.

    Actually, “Xtian” has an honourable explanation. What looks like an “X” in the English alphabet is actually a “chi” — a letter from the Greek alphabet that is transliterated “Ch”. That is, Greek “X” = English “Ch”, the first two letters of “Christ”.

    “Xtian” is thus a shorthand way of writing “Christian”; and Xmas could be understood as shorthand for Christmas.

    Of course, it may still be true that you’re antiXtian, Jack. If I ever see any evidence to that effect, I’ll be sure to let you know.

  5. MC Aryeh December 6, 2005 at 8:47 am

    Pretty darn funny. Next time I have to go holiday shopping, can I take you with me?

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