Christ… mass… shopping
Letting me loose in the CBD with a credit card has never been a particularly good idea, especially if I’m anywhere near JB Hi–Fi, but this week was supposed to be different… Christmas shopping is supposed to be exempt from that kind of thing.
I tried, I really tried, but after several hours of shopping the gifts–bought–for–loved–ones count remained at zero. Then the shirts–for–myself count climbed to two and all was lost. It was all I could do to stop myself from buying an iPod; I mean, they were right there, on a table in David Jones, how could I resist?