Apologies, trapped like a mallrat, and an early season
To those who may have actually read yesterday's post, I apologize. I just had a few things in my head that I should've said to someone in my past, but at the time, didn't have the nerve to do so. There is the rare occasion that someone that knew me when we were dating will talk to me and just bring back all of those unresolved feelings....which is basically that the last time I spoke to him (which was probably three years ago), we broke up, I wasn't heartbroken, but I was pissed. At one point, I had resentment, even hatred for him, but I have grown older and gotten over it. Nowadays, if I want to write some angry music, I just remember him, so in the end, I am the one who uses him, not the other way around. That being said, ON WITH THE SHOW!
Yesterday, after dipping out of work early (3 instead of 5, the boss was out of town) I went power shopping for a dress to wear to wedding #4 next month. It's a Cuban/Catholic affair, so I am a little lost as to the attire. I only know that Catholic service is a lot like aerobics: Sit down, stand up, kneel, stand up, sit, kneel, etc.
I have to say right off the bat, I don't much enjoy malls. Some are okay, I miss the Florida Mall and the Mall at Millenia in Orlando, but that is about it. You could at least find what you needed there for (depending on the side of the Millenia Mall) a reasonable price. Let me just say that this wasn't the case, and I walked out empty-handed....with the exception of the ever so wonderful observations of human nature:
1. The Desperate Salesman: I guess that Cingular is having some hard times, or they are really just trying to reward the employee who sells the most phones. I don't know for sure. However, I do know that the salesmen were leaning over their kiosks far enough to where they nearly fell trying to sell me a phone I really don't want. I am happy with my little Sprint phone (for now), and I don't like Cingular. I had them before, so I can say that in my (not so) humble opinion, they suck.
2. The Ogling Man: Gentlemen, I am not going to group you all together in this one, but honestly, there are those among your ranks that need some serious instruction as to how one approaches a lady. Some random UGLY guy blew a kiss at me and tried that "Hey baby, how are you doing today?" routine. Here's where the public realizes I am quite the asshole: I responded with a quick glance over each shoulder, as if there were a mistake as to whom he was speaking, and asked him, (with feigned flattery) "Oh who, me? (insert dripping sarcastic tone) Honestly, how often does something like that actually work? Really, I think I would rather not know the answer, I don't think I could pity you much more." Yes, I am a bitch. But I am not some object, nor am I lacking in intelligence. That, and unfortunately for this chap, I have standards.
3. The Girl Who Doesn't Know Her Size: This one really gets me. I remember when I suddenly found my "fat jeans" that were a size 10 were too small. Hence the gym thing now. But I don't know for the life of me how these supersized girls are fitting into the extra-small clothes. Their shirts are screaming in agony, clinging for dear life; their pants on so tight you can see the threads exposed in the seams....not to mention the lovely "skin belt" that these "dunlops" seem to want to show the world. I understand embracing yourself, loving yourself for who you are and not what you look like, and even more, I co-miserate with the overweight, so I can't be considered a biased individual because I lack understanding for their situation. I saw quite a few of these specimens throughout the mall, and I sympathize, I really do, especially when you are the fat friend in a skinny group. I hate that I have never been "the hot one," too, but due to my size, I dress modestly. I know I don't like how I look in the tight clothes, I don't imagine anyone else does, so how these girls do it, I don't know. They do make clothing in larger sizes that WON'T make you look like your mother. **sigh**
4. The Mentally Challenged Teen: This is a genuine article here, not a jab at teenagers. I am old (23), but still not so far removed from my teens. This girl was mentally challenged and listening to an older Backstreet Boys CD (I could tell because it was so loud). She would make loud noises (I think she was trying to sing), her mother would hiss and fuss at her for being so loud, and the girl would smile and laugh at her mother. Teens, disadvantaged or no, do have some fundamental similarities, one of which is driving your parents crazy.
5. The Timewarped Mother: Ooookay, if you are 40 and your daugher is 16 and you are both wearing halter tops, something is wrong. Enough said.
All that, and I got blisters on the toebox on a leg workout day. This is what I pay for powerwalking for an hour plus in heels. Didn't buy a dress at the mall either, so it was a double bust. I did get one today, though, online. I settled for this little number here. Not too much, not too little (I am in Florida), and I have little artificial orchids or daisies (haven't decided which) I will strategically place in my hair. The pin on the shoulder can go. And yes, despite the fact I constantly refer to myself as some sort of behemoth, I actually fit in junior sizes with room to spare. It just has to be on the larger end of the spectrum. (For now!)
This morning, watching the weather, I heard about what is now named Tropical Storm Adrian. Hurricane season doesn't begin until June 1st, but he's in the eastern Pacific right now, will cross over into the Caribbean by Sunday night, aim for Cuba and the Bahamas, and if caught in the Gulf Stream Current, will make a run for south Florida. Bring it on.