The very best gift-wrapper in all of Christmasdom
Today Aunt Anne and I volunteered for Capability Scotland, which is the organization that supports people with disabilities in Scotland. We spent the first half hour at a ramshackle table in the middle of the shopping center, STANDING because there weren't any chairs, feeling really silly and embarassed, thankful we opted out of the santa hats. But then people showed how lovely they could be and came by with gifts to wrap, and coins to donate, and we had a great time.
Our sponsors included: a young man who doesn't usually need to put labels on his parcels because they're so badly wrapped everybody knows they're from Uncle Leon; a teenage boy cuckolded by his female friends for not wrapping his own presents and paying us some exorbitant price (even though it was a donation; learn to read ladies); and a gentleman who didn't mind if he forgot to take the price tags off because his wife's had a stroke and can't read. Mostly it was men buying presents for their mums, who were impressed with my wrapping skills, so 20 years of Alison McFadyen's School of Obsessive Compulsive Gift-Wrapping were worth the price[ofmysanity].
After a lovely dinner (at the italian restaurant right next to the door because we didn't have the energy to go anywhere else) we sloshed our way up to the bus station. Ohhh, how blissfully ignorant we were then. We waited 20 minutes for our bus to just disappear from the board without any word, and so decided to take the other bus, due in half an hour. Then after 20 minutes the FIRST bus showed up, so we hopped on that, only for it to break down, leaving us to wait another 20 minutes for them to send another bus. Keep in mind that we'd been on our feet for 6 hours, and it was about 20 degrees farenheit, and the multiple automatic doors in the bus station decided to open and not close again,and our feet were wet from the slush outside. We left an hour after the first bus was supposed to show up.
My faith in humanity has been restored by a warm bath (warm but not hot because my extremities were so frozen hot water hurt), but is evaporating quickly because Aunt Anne's keyboard is playing silly buggers. Better and more elaborate updates later.
A hug and a smile, Rhona :]
Our sponsors included: a young man who doesn't usually need to put labels on his parcels because they're so badly wrapped everybody knows they're from Uncle Leon; a teenage boy cuckolded by his female friends for not wrapping his own presents and paying us some exorbitant price (even though it was a donation; learn to read ladies); and a gentleman who didn't mind if he forgot to take the price tags off because his wife's had a stroke and can't read. Mostly it was men buying presents for their mums, who were impressed with my wrapping skills, so 20 years of Alison McFadyen's School of Obsessive Compulsive Gift-Wrapping were worth the price[ofmysanity].
After a lovely dinner (at the italian restaurant right next to the door because we didn't have the energy to go anywhere else) we sloshed our way up to the bus station. Ohhh, how blissfully ignorant we were then. We waited 20 minutes for our bus to just disappear from the board without any word, and so decided to take the other bus, due in half an hour. Then after 20 minutes the FIRST bus showed up, so we hopped on that, only for it to break down, leaving us to wait another 20 minutes for them to send another bus. Keep in mind that we'd been on our feet for 6 hours, and it was about 20 degrees farenheit, and the multiple automatic doors in the bus station decided to open and not close again,and our feet were wet from the slush outside. We left an hour after the first bus was supposed to show up.
My faith in humanity has been restored by a warm bath (warm but not hot because my extremities were so frozen hot water hurt), but is evaporating quickly because Aunt Anne's keyboard is playing silly buggers. Better and more elaborate updates later.
A hug and a smile, Rhona :]