Do They Know It’s Christmas?

It’s not Christmas, it’s New Year’s. Still, I don’t have to worry about the stores being closed. I’ve been out to Starbucks this morning and to the QFC, to grab last-minute supplies for dinner.

Tomorrow, I’m sure I can find a store that’s open to get more stuff, for dinner tomorrow night. Why plan ahead when you don’t have to?

In Germany, my mom had to get enough groceries to last from Thursday to the following Monday, since everything shuts down over Christmas. It’s inconvenient, but you can survive this way.

On Christmas Eve, I started my day at the Les Schwab Tire Center. They were open from 8 – 2 p.m., and the place was jam-packed with others like me, either buying new tires or getting repair work done on their car. I took care of it Christmas Eve so I wouldn’t have to worry about it on Saturday, knowing most places would be closed Christmas Day. It’s really the only holiday where you have to worry about things being closed.

While I was waiting for them to fix my flat, I went to the liquor store, and then the Whole Foods. I only go to Whole Foods now if I have no other alternative – my days of reckless grocery shopping are over.

I asked the check-out clerk how he was, and he was honest: “I’m here,” he said. “I didn’t have a choice.”

He surmised I had been to the liquor store by my purchases (mixers, lemons), and asked what time they closed? I told him 7 p.m. and he frowned, and said he’d have to call his wife to pick up the booze.

I always feel a bit guilty going to stores on Christmas Eve, because I have to face the poor bastards who have to work, because of people like me. I could stop going as a matter of principle, but they’d still be there.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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