ohmygawdIhatethemallatXmastime
why? why? WHY DID I GO TO THE MALL?!?
I'm a 'city girl'! I don't do the mall! I can see why people flip out and go on a shooting spree so often in them. Most of the people there were just 'hanging out' - they weren't even shopping! - which meant that they got in my way because I was shopping and trying to do it in the minimum amount of time possible. How many pictures do tourists REALLY NEED of themselves in front of the mall Xmas display - get OUT of my F*CKING WAY, you mouthbreathers!
I ended my shopping saga in the mens department of Sears, waiting in an interminable line for the cashier. When it was my turn, the cashier yelled 'next!' 3 times, until finally I yelled back "I'm coming! Hold on to your panties!". She was not impressed but was barred from saying anything because of her company's ridiculous customer service credo (sucker). After I dumped all of my parcels to pay her, she offered helpfully: "Wow. You have a lot of large bags. Probably shoulda paced yourself a bit more...". Touche, bitch - you got yer own back. I hate the fucking mall.
I shopped. I wrapped up what I shopped for, and now I feel like a puddle of human-like goo that once was blythe. I didn't even get it all done - I just couldn't carry anymore. *sigh* I hate the mall.
The Mysterious Beard, a.k.a. synap, bought me some beautiful orange roses two weeks back, after realizing that wives like gestures and that those gestures can be cheap, like FLOWERS. Anyway, they opened wonderfully and lasted a long time, and then, just as I was going to throw them out, he came home with ANOTHER bunch of them last night. They are cheering up the little V corner of our living room nicely. I'll just stare at the roses and forget about the mall............
I'm a 'city girl'! I don't do the mall! I can see why people flip out and go on a shooting spree so often in them. Most of the people there were just 'hanging out' - they weren't even shopping! - which meant that they got in my way because I was shopping and trying to do it in the minimum amount of time possible. How many pictures do tourists REALLY NEED of themselves in front of the mall Xmas display - get OUT of my F*CKING WAY, you mouthbreathers!
I ended my shopping saga in the mens department of Sears, waiting in an interminable line for the cashier. When it was my turn, the cashier yelled 'next!' 3 times, until finally I yelled back "I'm coming! Hold on to your panties!". She was not impressed but was barred from saying anything because of her company's ridiculous customer service credo (sucker). After I dumped all of my parcels to pay her, she offered helpfully: "Wow. You have a lot of large bags. Probably shoulda paced yourself a bit more...". Touche, bitch - you got yer own back. I hate the fucking mall.
I shopped. I wrapped up what I shopped for, and now I feel like a puddle of human-like goo that once was blythe. I didn't even get it all done - I just couldn't carry anymore. *sigh* I hate the mall.
The Mysterious Beard, a.k.a. synap, bought me some beautiful orange roses two weeks back, after realizing that wives like gestures and that those gestures can be cheap, like FLOWERS. Anyway, they opened wonderfully and lasted a long time, and then, just as I was going to throw them out, he came home with ANOTHER bunch of them last night. They are cheering up the little V corner of our living room nicely. I'll just stare at the roses and forget about the mall............