URBAN KVETCH - Two
Here's what I hate about Christmas - no-one at work returns your call after 10th December because they're out stuffing their face with a client they hate anyway. YOu get cards from people you don't eve know, and there's a faux seasonal spirit for about a fortnight (let me open that door? can I help you?) which just proves how crap people in the city are to each other the rest of the year. If your boiler breaks down chol-ha-moed Christmas, you won't see an engineer till well past the twelfth day, no matter how many stars on your maintenance contract. And the queues in Waitrose, the panic, the planning, you'd think people can't even cook.
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