10 Reasons Mall Shopping Brings Out Our Inner Grinch

10 Reasons Mall Shopping Brings Out Our Inner Grinch

by: Alison Tedford

Mall Christmas shopping in December is the 8th circle of hell. It is my absolute least favouritest thing to do in the history of ever. I always swear I will do it differently each year and ultimately end up doing it ALL OVER AGAIN just like last year. These are the reasons why I hate it:

1. Christmas Music. I’m pretty sure I suffered a near fatal Christmas music overdose at a young age. It’s the only reason I can think of that it would make me so violently nauseated.  Dramamine tabs in hand, I circle the mall on my hunt for the perfect Christmas gift.  The only thing worse than Christmas music generically is Christmas medleys. It turns my shopping experience into something that I expect resembles the “hard at work” montages on CSI, only I’m not sure who ultimately will end up in the chalk outline.

2. Parking. I am the queen of the 14 point turn. I remember once upon a time in my princess life enjoying valet parking. Now I’m participating in a modified version of the running of the bulls in the parking lot, pitted against violent minivans and aggressive sport utility vehicles.  My modest Jetta is like an assertive chihuahua, standing its ground obliviously against the larger, more dominant automobiles. It’s like Hinterland Who’s Who meets Demolition Derby meets the Hunger Games meets Lord of the Flies.

3. Lines. I feel like I shouldn’t have to wait to buy wrapping paper and tape in a line that is equal to any I ever stood in to buy concert tickets (I am “stood in line for paper concert tickets” years old). It’s really the most disappointing thing about adulthood, waiting in line to do something you don’t even really want to do.  It’s like being on hold with the cable company but in person (complete with inspirational flute solo). I am forced to make awkward small talk with people. “I see that you bought gift wrapping tape instead of regular scotch tape, does it really make a difference? Do you think this duct tape matches this paper?”

4. Screaming kids. If you’ve been to Walmart on a Saturday and wandered past the shoe aisle, you know what I’m talking about. I don’t know why kids of Walmart are so sad about shoes. At Christmastime, the sad kids of the Walmart shoe aisle seem to have taken over the entire mall and I need ear plugs. I smile sympathetically at other moms who are just doing their best, and turn my ipod up just a little bit louder in an attempt to drown out the screams and the blasted Christmas music.

5. Guessing Sizes. Trying to guess another woman’s size is fashion Russian Roulette. This is living dangerously. Buy something too big and my best friend is pouting that I think she’s fat. Buy something too small and my best friend starts to think she’s actually fat. Either way, someone is going to feel fat, and it’s probably me, stuffing my face with things I bought at the food court but shouldn’t really eat.

6. Imitating a pack mule. After a couple of hours, I am packing a lot of cargo. I’m an overburdened beast of burden, panting, wheezing, willing my arms not to give out. If I’m lucky, the bags have not been overstuffed. If I’m not, a flimsy plastic bag will break under pressure from a box or calendar corner, causing carefully selected goods to ooze out the side like blood from a puncture wound.

7. Layers. The labour of running around purchasing things has me hot and sweaty. The Christmas Shopping Strip Show begins. First, I remove my ski jacket, knotting it around my waist so it bulges awkwardly like a fanny pack. Temporarily, discomfort subsides. A few more minutes of walking and I’m starting to overheat again. Off comes the fleece zip up underneath, knotted just above the ski jacket, accenting my hourglass hips. Next off is the wool beanie hat, relieving my forehead of sweat drops, stashed carefully in my purse, causing my hair to stand up on end thanks to static electricity. At this point, the casual observer is either getting hot and bothered, or just generally bothered that I thought this particular look was going to work for me.

8. Seasonal Beverages. I can’t spend any length of time at the mall without being suckered into a candy cane latte something or other. The traditional obligation of the pretty red cup quickly separates me from my $5 (0r $10 if it’s going to be a long shopping trip). This latte foam ultimately will end up smeared over my aforementioned attractive attire because I’m clumsy, tired and distracted.

9. You are Here. OhemGEE badly marked directories. You are here? Where? I don’t know, didn’t you pack your compass? I’m lost in five minutes, and I am searching my purse in hopes I packed a flare gun, a lunch, or one of those emergency blankets to stay warm if I end up having to set up camp overnight because I can’t find that store that sells the bamboo sheets that would be perfect for mom’s bed (what size bed does she have again?).

10. Gift Wrapping. I’m really terrible at wrapping presents. I lack the manual dexterity and artistic talent required to transform a standard board game into a festive origami creation that will make people ooh and ahh on Christmas Morning. I have three left thumbs and end up needing the jaws of life to extract me from the tape cocoon I am trapped in. Stick a bow on me, I’m DONE.


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About the Author:

Alison Tedford is a single mom from Abbotsford, BC. She is a data analyst, a pole dance teacher and an eating disorder support group facilitator. She documents her journeys in fitness, feminism and parenting on http://www.sparklyshoesandsweatdrops.com


  1. Jenny Jkanevsky

    This is why I spend December in pjs, alternating between writing blog posts abd doing online shopping. I go to the grocery store in Sunday morning at 9 am when everyone else in Texas is at church. Otherwise, I’d go bonkers. Funny post!

  2. Jill @ Do Try This at Home

    My husband says my sense of direction is a wonder. But put me in a mall and I’m lost in an instant.

    TOO funny on the kids of the Walmart shoe aisle! They’re probably on licensed-character-overload.

  3. Alison

    That’s how I grocery shop, Jenny 🙂

  4. Alison

    I get more lost in the parking lot! Ugh. Such a nightmare.

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  6. katerina

    I avoid stores like the plague at this time of year. Xmas shopping online…click and click…and done. Don’t for get those crappy kiosk gifts like ugly hand painted glasses and personalized spatulas…crappy gift overload down all the isles of ever mall.

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