Manukau Courier : December 23rd 2010
6 MANUKAU COURIER, DECEMBER 23, 2010 OPINION 3 Christmas Greetings Christmas Greetings from the team at Merry Christmas from management & staff at 151 Sykes Road, Weymouth Ph. 267 0461 www.clubweymouth.co.nz Mangere Town Centre Wishes everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year Ph: 278 1021 95 St George St, Papatoetoe www.a1hearing.co.nz "Merry Xmas & A Happy New Year From the girls at A1 Hearing HOURS: Closed 22nd Dec Reopen 10th Jan 2011 It's true -- I mean would I lie? He was sitting gloomily in his vehicle in the crowded carpark, dres- sed pretty strangely for the weather and looking as if he wanted to talk. He looked so familiar I thought I knew him from way back. He gave every impression of recognis- ing me. My heart sank when he spoke. Gotta bit of a prob- lem. Not another plea for help. I knew then I d made a mistake with my cheery Merry Christmas . But there was no way out. He snorted and went on. How was I to know what the funny lettering meant so I parked here because I had a gig inside. Another snort, louder and more emphatic than the last. Knew when I got up this morning that it wasn t going to be one of my good days. The wife started straight away about being left with all the little ones. And she raved on about how the lawn always looked shaggy at this time of the year because I was never around and how she had to stay home and take all the calls and sort through the mail. I said it went with the job. And that just started her off again, how thoughtless I d become and how I just didn t seem to understand or take into account all the extra things she had to do. Then it got really rough. She said I was so unthinking that the box of chocolates I d brought back on my last run had a best before December 2008 on it and was that all I thought of her? I couldn t even remember her at this time of the year she said and she d noticed that an old box left over from some time or other had disappeared from the back of the cupboard. And didn t I realise she noticed little things like that. And while she was at it, hadn t I noticed how absolutely filthy the hand basin was after me trimming my beard. All because I d forgot- ten to make an appoint- ment at the barber and that I seemed to think I was someone who could just walk in like some A-lister -- whatever that is -- and crash the queue. She said it was ironic that of all people I didn t realise Christmas was a special time and busy with it. And then there was the mess I d left in the shed when I mended the vehicle last night and seemed to have wiped my dirty hands on the special tablecloth she d got out for Christmas dinner. He snorted yet again and paused -- but not for long. Christmas dinner! she said. I suppose it s going to be like last year when you fell asleep over the lovely meal I d cooked. And that reminded her -- as if she d ever for- gotten -- about my prom- ise to get her a decent stove before the next time. And this was the next time and where was it? Said I had this repu- tation of being so good at getting things for other people just because they asked for it. What about her? That was the stage I offered to take some of the little people with me for the day and give her a break. She came over all sweet at that and kissed me, wished me a real happy Christmas. When I finished my shift, the little ones are all in the two dollar shop buying me things I ll never use and don t want. I came out here and look what I found. He pointed with a podgy hand at something below him. It was a sort of locked thingee, like the wheel clamp you get when you haven t got a wheel. The parking people said they d been waiting for me since the last time and won t unlock it until I pay $100 or something in cash. Really big snort this time, like an explosion that would have gone down well on Guy Fawkes Day. Cash? How much cash would I be carrying the way she s been spending these last weeks? I was bending over the device, rattling the chain, when a sweet voice came over my shoulder: Merry Christ- mas, can I help? She was a sweetie who must have been going to or coming from a party wearing lots of sparkling bling and even had a wand thing with a star on it. As I stepped back she tapped the device with her wand and, Christ- mas miracle, it fell off. That was great, I said. You should be a Christmas fairy. That soft voice again from over my shoulder. But I am -- hadn t you realised? When I straightened up, she d gone. I walked down past a few cars to see if I could see her but she d disap- peared. When I looked back so had the bearded old guy in the strange red gear and the weird vehicle. And the two dollar shop was empty. All that was left was a strange-looking open clamp, a screwed-up parking ticket and what I assume were reindeer droppings. I mean, I wouldn t have dreamed it, would I? YOUR VIEWS: To contact Pat Booth email firstname.lastname@example.org or write care of this newspaper. All replies are open for publication unless marked Not For Publication.
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