And, Goodbye, Christmas Spirit

[crossover_chick]

I swear, the universe can't let me stay in anything resembling a happy mood for more than one day at a time.
-HD: *frown* I don't like this. It's only five days until Christmas, and you're cranky.-
-D: She'll be happier once she gets her day off.-
And get paid. At least one of the drivers was kind enough to leave candy sleds for everyone -- I devoured mine over the course of the day.
-TD: Don't forget, you should be getting extra cash now too.-
Yeah. We can only hope.
-TTV: *timidly* Er -- did you get my three pages?-
*pause*
I -- I only got two and a half *sniffle*
-TTV: No! That's fine, that's good! Don't cry!-
Sorry, it's just -- The minute everyone left, the customers started streaming in, and -- Christmas Eve is going to be MURDER. I can only imagine the specials. And, once again, I lost an auction on eBay -- the Doc/DeLorean. martyfan, do me a favor and have your evil overlord of choice nuke Hungary, will ya?
-RPD: You know, although it does mean a reduction of my duties, I think I can see why you haven't bothered with Sims. Too much stress.-
Yeah. At least Moose's giftfic is started. Still gotta get going on the others, though.
-DW: *patting shoulder comfortingly* There's still time.-
-OD: If necessary, you can borrow one of the time machines.-
Aww, thanks.
Well, at least one thing is going well -- here's the next day of our Christmas Meme:
On the Eighth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:

“You know, it’s times like these that I wish we still got our milk directly from the cows!”
Doc had to nod as he and Clara fought their way through the crowds at the grocery store. “I suppose it’s our own fault,” he said as they wriggled through a gap between two couples. “We should had made sure we had enough milk to last us through Christmas.”
“I thought we did! I’ve been so consumed with wrapping presents and getting the other parts of the meal ready, I never thought to check!” Clara shook her head. “I never thought I’d say this, but we need to have our children start drinking soda.”
Doc laughed. “That desperate to avoid a scene like this again?”
“It’s insanity!” Clara watched two women arguing over one of the last turkeys available. “I thought Christmas was a time of loving and giving! Not a time where people nearly came to fisticuffs over the last bits of food!”
“Nearly?”
“Please, don’t brutalize what innocence I have left. Let me pretend the people never get to the point of actually hitting each other.”
“I’ll be sure not to let you watch the news for a couple of days then.” Doc quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the way of a speeding shopping cart. “Great Scott! I’m not sure we’re going to make it out of here alive!”
“Our wills are updated, right?”
“Made sure mine was shortly after I moved back.” Doc spotted the dairy section looming before them. “Ah, there we are! Come on, I see a break in the crowd.”
The pair managed to maneuver through the mass of people, being careful not to step on any toes. Doc quickly scanned the rows of various milk. “Have a preference?”
“Whatever’s closest!”
Doc grabbed a gallon of whole milk. “All right, anything else we need before we brave the lines at the checkout?”
“No – and if we do, we can live without it for a few days,” Clara said firmly. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Right. Hang on tight to me, otherwise--”
There was a crash, followed by a lot of yelling and screaming. Clara groaned. “You know, I might have expected something like this in the 1880s and 1890s, when people like Buford were around, but I was very much hoping people these days were more civilized.”
“Most of them are – the problem is, people like Buford do somehow breed,” Doc said, pointing out the altercation. “Looks to me like Biff’s the aggressor over there.”
“Lovely.” Clara sighed deeply. “Emmett, once we get home, do you mind taking the train and visiting sometime in the past when they weren’t so many people around? I need some time to breathe.”
“Not at all, dear.” Doc winced as he heard another crash. “Not at all.”

Inspired by some of the old war stories on customers_suck and similar places. People get NUTTY during the holiday season.
-M: "Peace on earth and goodwill to all men" my ass.-
Indeed. I admit that this scene would probably be more suited for a toy store, but the prompt was milk, so grocery it was.
-MF: I dunno, people can be pretty crazy in the grocery store. Mom's said she's seen bloodshed over sales.-
Yeeps.
-VD: The events of this story are one of the few reasons I'm glad I don't have to eat regular food anymore.-
-VD2: It was even worse in Hell Valley. Inflation was horrible, so there was a LOT of fighting over food. And when the pollution got particularly bad. . . .-
*wince* Yeah.
-D: On that note, OUR fridge is full stocked, right?-
*immediately makes it so*

All right, time to go wander the net before bed. Please, let the weekend come soon.

Comments

[martyfan.livejournal.com]

Sure thing! Break out the superlaser!

Awwww.....

[anonymoose_au]

I haven't mentioned this before, but I'm touched you're writing a giftfic for me! :OD I really should return the favour! I'll see what I can rustle up. :O)

Sorry to hear work's being a bitch for you :O( Hang in there!

Ta ta for now.