Chasing the magic bunny

So the Easter dust has finally settled and the sugar rush is finally subsiding. And I’m beginning to realise the amount of marketing that goes into the resurrection of Christ. In fact we’ve mostly forgotten about the blessed event and most of us are just after the goods, easter eggs!

As usual I woke up in the pm on Sunday afternoon and as usual had a strong hankering for something sweet… Thus began my quest for the rare and hard to obtain easter eggs. I kid you not. After visiting 4 bakeries (Thom’s cafe & bakery included) I still hadn’t satisfied my craving. Apparently easter eggs were out of stock on easter day…

Finally as a last ditch attempt I head to “French Loaf”, where I managed to coerce a waiter (read 20 bucks in his palm) to go look in the back and see if they had any extra. He comes out with 2 eggs already hidden away in a plastic bag, gives me a slight nod and walks to the back of the shop where he beckons and relieves me of my money. Easter eggs in hand (discreetly wrapped up in a plastic bag) I try to walk out of the cafe all stealth-like. Trying hard to avoid direct eye contact with angry mothers who’s little angels are balling and screaming their lungs out. “Ha Ha” I think to myself “Better luck next time”. I’m out the door, making a bee-line for the car when one of the little brats, with x-ray vision scans the bag in my hand, points to me and lets out an ear-shattering sonic-scream! Panic set in! I felt like I was in a segment of “Children of the corn” I ran for dear life. Jumped into the car. Gunned the engine. And I was gone in a flash! Phew!

The whole experience reminded me of trying to score contraband, mixed with news segments, I’d seen, of refugees at a camp fighting for food.

Who knew buying Easter eggs would be such a traumatic experience? This does not bode well for future generations. I see mass riots, government curfews, ultimately rationing of the eggs and finally a dystopian future where easter eggs are nothing but myths…

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