I started off with a Superstore stop for a few necessities. As I was standing in line (express lane), the man holding his baby in front of me placed his two bags of chips on the treadmill counter (that's the actual term for the moving counter thingy.............). He had his basket on the floor at his feet with a frozen box of pizza in it. As his chips moved, he scooted the basket along with him... I occasionally would look down at the pizza and back at the man, curiously. Eventually, as he was paying for his chips, he glanced around (again) and locked eyes with me. I didn't say anything, but I believe that my expression/eyes read something along the lines of "I know what you're doing..." His chips were bagged, he tossed them in the basket, and briskly exited the building...with baby on board. (Way to set a good example, dad). Why didn't I say anything? I don't know. I could have embarrassed him into honesty. Maybe I just gave him the benefit of the doubt that there was a reason for it looking like a small theft? I think I actually felt bad for him...
Anyway, after making a pitstop at Domo on Academy for some cheap(er) gas, I mozied on over to Polo Park to putter around for awhile. The GAP seemed to draw me in and I ended up spending more money than planned (although 3 items I got were on the sale rack plus my entire bill was discounted 30%...SUPER!).
This all got me thinking: malls are a funny thing. This is not an epiphany. I don't really love being in malls. On occasion, I enjoy going for the clothes (although todays purpose was to kill time). I get annoyed. Maybe it's the teeny-boppers with their desperate attempts to flaunt their pre-pubescant bodies to any onlooker in the vicinity...even if it means roaming the entire mall 17 times. Maybe it's the fact that people don't seem to understand that the rules of traffic can actually apply to mall halls: slow traffic- please keep RIGHT. I'm not in the mood to play red-rover from behind.
But who am I kidding, I'll never completely veto malls, they contain clothes :) I graciously admit that I submit to retail therapy. I'll call them 'bulk buys'. But don't worry, my mama taught me well: "...Was it on sale??..."
Yet, as mentioned earlier, I was alone and I could leave whenever I pleased which makes malls a whole lot more bearable (which I did, because the stores were getting to be like Kenaston at rush hour).
Fun Fact of the day: Apparently mosquitoes aren't in favour of dryer sheets. Pop one in your pocket!