 If I had a dollar for every time I've heard "You bloody kids!" whilst shopping in December, I'd be a very rich man indeed. Tempers inevitably become shorter as the days leading to the 25th grow larger |
in number: the fact that everyone's so bloody tired on Christmas evening bears testament to the stress of it all. Then you factor in the Shouty-Noise-Blaster-3000 that little Johnny unwrapped that morning and hasn't stopped pressing the trigger on since, and the average temper shrinks to a level on par with the tiniest of subatomic particles. DP |
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