There is no better Sunday afternoon family excursion than a trip to Briscoes. Its the thinking family's Te Papa. In years to come, studies will be conducted on its cultural significance.
For instance, did people in 2012 really believe that there might not be a huge sale the next weekend? I can imagine a PhD titled "The Briscoes lady deconstructed".
The trip to Briscoes was prompted by my wife's dissatisfaction with a recently purchased toaster, also from Briscoes. At $24 I considered it a bargain. However, it made unevenly toasted toast. Even our Greyhound stopped eating her Vegemite toast. I now accept that decent toast is a quality of life issue.
So what to do with our unevenly toasting toaster? Our two ideas were:
- Give it to our Childcare Centre. The wife refused. She reckoned that our kids and fellow Island Bay toddler scholars shouldn't be subjected to dud toast.
- Give it to the charity that provides refugees household goods. This places refugees below even Island Bay toddler scholars, and our Greyhound for that matter. That seemed about as fair as John Banks being alive.
I have now proposed that we gift it to our 3 year old. He can shove his crappy Warehouse toys into it to see how long they burn. Somehow that seems apt.
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