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Okay, when did children stop being children?
I mean, the somewhere around nine-year-old buying six-inch stilettos with her mom was a little on the 'Okay, dude, at nine I couldn't walk in heels without harming myself and/or others grievously.' (I'm still on rocky ground with that, actually.) - but, really. Fine. If you can do it, more power to you kid.
... but it only kind of went downhill from there, sadly.
Was working at the fitting room for a good six hours. It's really boring. I ... eavesdrop. (BECAUSE I'M BORED. I CANNOT HELP MYSELF.)
Sample Conversation: (It's like overheardinnewyork.com ... only really sketchy.)
Voice One: Do you think it looks good?
Voice Two: Yeah! It's really sexy, I'm sure he'll love it.
Voice Three: What does it matter anyway? It's not like it'll be staying on long.
... and how old were these lingerie-toting little hussies? Probably somewhere in the thirteen to fifteen. (I am also fairly certain that the panties she came out holding were crotchless.)
And then I overheard a bunch of girls - who couldn't have been more than twelve - talking about their friend who has chlamydia. I mean, dude, you're twelve! Where in Hell's name are you picking up venereal diseases!? Why aren't your parents beating you all upside the head?
I give up on humanity for the rest of the day. Will begin restoring faith tomorrow.
I mean, the somewhere around nine-year-old buying six-inch stilettos with her mom was a little on the 'Okay, dude, at nine I couldn't walk in heels without harming myself and/or others grievously.' (I'm still on rocky ground with that, actually.) - but, really. Fine. If you can do it, more power to you kid.
... but it only kind of went downhill from there, sadly.
Was working at the fitting room for a good six hours. It's really boring. I ... eavesdrop. (BECAUSE I'M BORED. I CANNOT HELP MYSELF.)
Sample Conversation: (It's like overheardinnewyork.com ... only really sketchy.)
Voice One: Do you think it looks good?
Voice Two: Yeah! It's really sexy, I'm sure he'll love it.
Voice Three: What does it matter anyway? It's not like it'll be staying on long.
... and how old were these lingerie-toting little hussies? Probably somewhere in the thirteen to fifteen. (I am also fairly certain that the panties she came out holding were crotchless.)
And then I overheard a bunch of girls - who couldn't have been more than twelve - talking about their friend who has chlamydia. I mean, dude, you're twelve! Where in Hell's name are you picking up venereal diseases!? Why aren't your parents beating you all upside the head?
I give up on humanity for the rest of the day. Will begin restoring faith tomorrow.