A Holiday Rant
From Bethany Maines
The Christmas Season is upon us. The cards are filling up the mantle. The lights are hung. I’m dreaming of Christmas cookies, but
haven’t actually found the time to make them. The tree is decked and if I have to go to the mall again,
someone else is getting decked as well. And I know who it would be – the
Salvation Army bell ringers. I
know that sounds mean, and the truth is that I appreciate the Salvation
Army. I donate to the Salvation
Army. I even sing along during
Guys and Dolls (sit down your rocking the boat!). The Salvation Army is a good
and useful organization… that needs a bell-ectomy.
Those bells are not nice bells. They’re tinny and rung with
a sort of bored, off-rhythm malevolence that creates an aural graffiti for
shoppers. I’m convinced that it is this kind of repetitive, grating torture
that leads to Shopper Rage incidents. A little too many people in your personal space. One too many automated dancing
Santa’s. One more hideous, modern
and sugary rendition of a Christmas classic piped in on the overhead sound
system. One more bell ringer… And snap! The bags and fists are flying. Yup, that Grandma just took down the
teenager with the emo hair and one too many pieces of face jewelry. It’s sad,
but it could be prevented, my friends.
a sort of bored, off-rhythm malevolence that creates an aural graffiti for
shoppers. I’m convinced that it is this kind of repetitive, grating torture
that leads to Shopper Rage incidents. A little too many people in your personal space. One too many automated dancing
Santa’s. One more hideous, modern
and sugary rendition of a Christmas classic piped in on the overhead sound
system. One more bell ringer… And snap! The bags and fists are flying. Yup, that Grandma just took down the
teenager with the emo hair and one too many pieces of face jewelry. It’s sad,
but it could be prevented, my friends.
And what about the shop employees? What have they done to
deserve having their day punctuated with non-stop clanging and noise? These are
the ones who help us find the right size, where they’ve hidden the figs, or
where the last one was buried in the back room. Don’t we owe it to them to protect them from the bells? (Aw, God, the bells! The bells!)
deserve having their day punctuated with non-stop clanging and noise? These are
the ones who help us find the right size, where they’ve hidden the figs, or
where the last one was buried in the back room. Don’t we owe it to them to protect them from the bells? (Aw, God, the bells! The bells!)
I think it’s time the Salvation Army came up with a new
donation scheme. How about for every dollar donated the bell ringer will give
one minute of silence? Some might call it blackmail, but I prefer to call it
“creative finance.” Also, how about investing in higher quality bells? Possibly
if the bells had an actual musical tone they might not be such a blight on the
sound landscape. And of course, it
might help if some of the bell ringers had some musical talent, but possibly
that’s just asking too much. For
now, I’d just settle for one simple Christmas wish – stop ringing the bell.
donation scheme. How about for every dollar donated the bell ringer will give
one minute of silence? Some might call it blackmail, but I prefer to call it
“creative finance.” Also, how about investing in higher quality bells? Possibly
if the bells had an actual musical tone they might not be such a blight on the
sound landscape. And of course, it
might help if some of the bell ringers had some musical talent, but possibly
that’s just asking too much. For
now, I’d just settle for one simple Christmas wish – stop ringing the bell.
There is an enthusiastic bell ringer at our local WalMart that dances and sings while ringing two bells. Puts a smile on my face every time I see him. Maybe more bell ringers will start to add a little creativity to their ringing, and make the world a slightly happier place.
Colleen
You've got to have choreography with the bell ringing. Actually, that's my secret to life in general: good choreography. Maggie
The bells and the constant schlocky Christmas music on Muzak in ALL the stores! The aural overload leaves me with gritted teeth. I turn into a hermit during this time.
The bell ringers have never bothered me at all. I admire their stamina and perseverance. Maybe it's because I really don't do much shopping during the Christmas season.