Christmas shopping and the gratuitous results
I think I got all my Christmas shopping done in two days. Yay for me. Now all I have to do with the gifts is pop them into their respective gift card holders, label them, and wait to deliver them.
It was suggested that I can get one of my nieces a gift card to Abercrombie & Fitch, so I dutifully found that store at the mall and started to enter it when I was confronted with the A&F marketing machine in the form of a beautiful shirtless boy on a poster about 6 feet tall.
I'm not sure now how long I paused in front of the poster, but it was worth the distraction. I wound through the store, its merchandise and its club music to find the sales counter and register. I asked the guy behind it if they sold gift certificates. He smiled a perfect, pretty boy smile and picked up what looked like a very small grey notebook from a display box filled with them. "Yes sir, how much would you like on it?" he asked.
I wasn't sure how a shrunken grey notebook was supposed to be a gift certificate, but I didn't press him. He rang up the gift card then dropped it in a small bag which he passed to me. The bag followed in the same theme as the poster, with another beautiful shirtless boy on it.
I thanked him and left the store to continue shopping. My niece, as dear as she is, will get the gift card, but the boy on the bag is staying home with me.
It was suggested that I can get one of my nieces a gift card to Abercrombie & Fitch, so I dutifully found that store at the mall and started to enter it when I was confronted with the A&F marketing machine in the form of a beautiful shirtless boy on a poster about 6 feet tall.
I'm not sure now how long I paused in front of the poster, but it was worth the distraction. I wound through the store, its merchandise and its club music to find the sales counter and register. I asked the guy behind it if they sold gift certificates. He smiled a perfect, pretty boy smile and picked up what looked like a very small grey notebook from a display box filled with them. "Yes sir, how much would you like on it?" he asked.
I wasn't sure how a shrunken grey notebook was supposed to be a gift certificate, but I didn't press him. He rang up the gift card then dropped it in a small bag which he passed to me. The bag followed in the same theme as the poster, with another beautiful shirtless boy on it.
I thanked him and left the store to continue shopping. My niece, as dear as she is, will get the gift card, but the boy on the bag is staying home with me.