Monday, July 09, 2007

Blue Monday

Today, I have to go to the mall, something I've been dreading, because I hate it all: driving on the interstate; being in a vast enclosed space; breathing in all the fumes created by my fellow shoppers; escalators (what if something gets caught??); the utter sameness of any and all items for sale; the blank looks; the big bags; the huge Cinnabons being consumed; too-tight, too-low-waisted pants. If I go on, I'll just crawl back to bed.

But I promised L, so off we go . . . (oh, and the interminable waiting outside the changing room, that's another one).

8 comments:

blackbird said...

I'd go for you, but now you've pointed out everything I hate about it...

Poppy Fields said...

Can't you bribe yourself by promising yourself a trip to the bookstore

Sandi @ the WhistleStop Cafe said...

I can't remember the last time I went to the galleria...unless it was the last time all the nieces were in town.
Find a spot and park it!

Mountain Dweller said...

Oh dear, it doesn't sound as though you have a very enjoyable day ahead of you. Bon courage!

stephanie s said...

have fun!!!!!

Anonymous said...

hmm...new order reference?

tut-tut said...

Dear anonymous:

you'll have to be more clear about your music group references . . .

Sue said...

I share your disdain for the mall. My friend is a personal shopper and I can't imagine a more horrifying job.