A funny (or horrific, depending) shopping story
So this afternoon, I went Christmas shopping. Yeah, it's no fun. It took me two hours to buy half of 2 presents, and that was it. Also, I hate spending money. It makes me feel so guilty to spend so much money all in one day. *sigh* But I digress.
Jen and I were at the Calendar stand in the hallway of the mall... You know how that goes: people in and out and all over. I was "ooh"-ing and "aah"-ing and generally being a huge dork about the Weather calendar that I was standing in line to purchase. It's awesome: pictures of hurricanes from miles above, tornadoes, the Arora Borealis, all kinds of weather-dorky loveliness. (I have gotten quite good at buying myself Christmas presents, I must say.) Anyways, as I was standing there in line and wishing that today was 2006 so that I could put it up on my wall, I heard a woman clear her throat in a rather stern manner and say "Come here." I turned around to see that the woman was a mother talking to her son. I turn further to see what the 12-ish yr old son is clearly doing wrong: He's looking, rather enthusiastically, at the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit calendar. Um, yeah. I smiled rather awkwardly at the mother when I noticed this, but she was clearly not amused. I, on the contrary, was both amused and very embarrassed. I felt like I had just seen someone else's son masturbating. Blech.
Note to any pre-teen boys who may read this: 1) Don't ogle swimsuit calendars with other people around. 2) Especially your mother. Dumbie.
Jen and I were at the Calendar stand in the hallway of the mall... You know how that goes: people in and out and all over. I was "ooh"-ing and "aah"-ing and generally being a huge dork about the Weather calendar that I was standing in line to purchase. It's awesome: pictures of hurricanes from miles above, tornadoes, the Arora Borealis, all kinds of weather-dorky loveliness. (I have gotten quite good at buying myself Christmas presents, I must say.) Anyways, as I was standing there in line and wishing that today was 2006 so that I could put it up on my wall, I heard a woman clear her throat in a rather stern manner and say "Come here." I turned around to see that the woman was a mother talking to her son. I turn further to see what the 12-ish yr old son is clearly doing wrong: He's looking, rather enthusiastically, at the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit calendar. Um, yeah. I smiled rather awkwardly at the mother when I noticed this, but she was clearly not amused. I, on the contrary, was both amused and very embarrassed. I felt like I had just seen someone else's son masturbating. Blech.
Note to any pre-teen boys who may read this: 1) Don't ogle swimsuit calendars with other people around. 2) Especially your mother. Dumbie.