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:
I'd go for you, but now you've pointed out everything I hate about it...
Can't you bribe yourself by promising yourself a trip to the bookstore
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!
Oh dear, it doesn't sound as though you have a very enjoyable day ahead of you. Bon courage!
have fun!!!!!
hmm...new order reference?
Dear anonymous:
you'll have to be more clear about your music group references . . .
I share your disdain for the mall. My friend is a personal shopper and I can't imagine a more horrifying job.
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