Oh god its happened.....
...this epic moment happened last wednesday, as I was standing in Next clearance, in the shoe section, looking at a rack of hideous yet strangely compelling pink and black pumps, at precisely 3:26. Just as I was deciding whether i was crazy enough to actually spend my hard-earned loan money on them, this noise came streaming out of the speakers in all four corners of the shoe section.
Only the first few notes had to be played before i felt a mixture of fear, excitement, happiness, sadness and general madness.It started with the tiny little chimes of the xylophone, bouncing up and down. then the cymbals russling and suddenly poundng into the biggest voice warbling 'OH I.....don't want a lot for christmas...'. Mariah Carey's desperation blasting in surround sound, and any moment you're expecting to see the christmas tree angel herself, surrounded by tiny elves come running out to help people with their purchases, and push a few signed singles.
Desperately I want to drop the shoes and run out the store, avoid it all costs. But somehow my feet were stuck to the floor,in a state of shell shock, getting weird looks from the exhasperated women in petite section,not able to find that lycra fushia skirt in a size 20. And then it hit me. This oh-so-melodramatic, over-played song is such a marker for me, that it manages to cause such a sensation. For me, it pounds it home that christmas season has officially started, and there is absolutely no escape!
Only the first few notes had to be played before i felt a mixture of fear, excitement, happiness, sadness and general madness.It started with the tiny little chimes of the xylophone, bouncing up and down. then the cymbals russling and suddenly poundng into the biggest voice warbling 'OH I.....don't want a lot for christmas...'. Mariah Carey's desperation blasting in surround sound, and any moment you're expecting to see the christmas tree angel herself, surrounded by tiny elves come running out to help people with their purchases, and push a few signed singles.
Desperately I want to drop the shoes and run out the store, avoid it all costs. But somehow my feet were stuck to the floor,in a state of shell shock, getting weird looks from the exhasperated women in petite section,not able to find that lycra fushia skirt in a size 20. And then it hit me. This oh-so-melodramatic, over-played song is such a marker for me, that it manages to cause such a sensation. For me, it pounds it home that christmas season has officially started, and there is absolutely no escape!