A few weeks ago I had to go to the Apple store to get my cell phone battery replace.
It was ridiculous. So many people in the store. I couldn't figure it out, until I realized it was the Saturday before Christmas. It's weird when you are out of sync with the rest of the world, but doing the same thing. Like when I went shopping on Thanksgiving, but just because the kids were in bed and I wanted to go shopping, not because I wanted to tackle someone to the ground for a toaster.
So the battery replacement process took 45 minutes, during which time I wandered around the shopping center. There was Christmas music playing, I bought myself a coffee. Browsed books. Bought some cheese. It was lovely. So much festive hustle and bustle.
"I should do this more often," I thought to myself. "I need to stop shopping on-line so much. I'm missing out on the spirit of Christmas because I'm not out here, living life!"
And then a lady walked by with a sobbing three-year-old attached to her leg, and CARRYING a flailing five-year-old.
I realized, then, that I wasn't feeling the Christmas spirit. I was feeling what it was like to spend an hour out alone.