Went to the mall, yesterday, of all places. My downward spiral into anti-intellectualism continues.
Ahh the delights of overpriced food, fried cheese on a stick, and nasty-looking after-holiday displays. “Please buy our crappy leftovers while we do inventory!” they scream.
Highlights of yesterday:
-My sister saying, “Man, I love watching you throw food out the window.”
-Buying kettle corn on the street downtown, like Seattle is a real city or something.
-Having perky salesgirls in the cosmetics department put random crap on my hands that I can’t afford.
This made up for Saturday night…someone slashed our truck tires while it was parked on the street. They left a trail of havoc that was at least three miles long, following up the 28 busline and hitting cars at random. I looked for a pattern–new cars? Foreign cars? SUVs? We have a 12-year-old GMC worktruck without offensive (or any) bumper stickers. The car across the street was a Dodge or some such thing, and a little Honda got hit too. Totally random.
I used to work in a mall. I wish a preventable gas leak in the sewers had exploded and caused actionable damage do my ass cheeks and genitals instead. That would have been a much nicer way to make money. But no. I worked in a mall.
Malls…there are worse ways to drill a hole into your brain and let the lovely vital juices dribble out, but they’re not pretty.
oh! like! i would sooo love to go shopping with you!
I love the mall. It’s hella awesome.I don’t see what you guys have against it. You can hang with your friends there.