Saturday I partook in one of my favorite pastimes: shopping. However, I must add the disclaimer that "favorite" pretty much goes out the window during the entire month of December because that is when people forget how to be people and instead act like animals (as a note to the Darwinians having their pseudo fun in the comments section about church and state apartheid, we're not animals by the way). Did you know that everyone and their mother had the same brilliant idea to go shopping this Saturday? The coincidence is simply uncanny.
Nevertheless, although my stay was brief, shopping did for me what it always does which is cultive some thought. So I give you a few of my deep insights and observations about the mall:
- There are two types of people: people who know how to walk briskly to their destination, and those who do not.
- Only 25% of the people at the mall are there to actually shop. The other 75% are there shopping for, um, other things.
- The extreme patience necessary to navigate through 55 different types of cable-knit sweaters was dispensed to women in far greater proportions than it was to men.
- The only thing more annoying than someone chewing loudly with their mouth open is someone tailgating you in the accessories department.
- As long as the Apple Store is around, I may never want a husband. Have you touched the new iMac G5? I think I'm in love. We're talking 700 square feet of Apple-flavored goodness including iPods, Powerbooks, and 30-inch high-definition displays with *gasp* in-store internet access. It's official. I'm quitting my job and moving into the Apple Store where the two of us shall become one and not be put asunder.
- There is a running competition among 15-year-old girls to see who can wear the least amount of clothing in the lowest degree weather. It's currently a tie.
- Salespeople should be required by law to wait at least 3 nanoseconds before abruptly asking, "Are you looking for something special today?" Why yes I am Suzie. I'm looking for you to ease back just a smidge, thanks.
- The entire saga that is being in a shopping mall in the month of December could be made ten times more fun and interesting if everyone had on roller skates.
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Matt at December 14, 2004 10:50 PM
***sigh***
I know how to walk briskly to my desired destination. My kids, however -- hopeless. For now, any way. They are either monumentally distracted by every little thing, or just hampered by the fact that their legs are a lot shorter than mine. I've learned over the years to be slow so those little legs can keep up.
But man, is it frustrating! And they're my own kids! I feel great sympathay towards anyone at the Mall walking behind us.