Boxing Day

For those readers from overseas, Boxing Day is what we in Australia call the day after Christmas. How it got this name, or what it origans are I don’t know, and I am far too lazy right now to do the research. But it used to be known as the day you go to the cricket. You eat far too much on Christmas day then, you go and sweat it out on the stands of the the MCG (Melbourne Cricket Ground) but now it’s known for something else, shopping.

So I took a trip down to my local shopping mall on Boxing Day to refuel my hatred for mass gatherings of humans, especially when there are savings to be had. Also to have something to write about.

Something happens to people when they see the word “Sale” They go mad. Someone that is generally quite subdue and polite will go absolutely mental. I once saw two little old ladies fighting over who grabbed the last dust buster first, it did not end well.

So to sum up my experience at the Boxing Day sales I was, almost run into by another car, pushed to the ground, groped repeatedly, and I am going to do it all again next year. After all it’s a sale.