Thursday, September 14, 2006

My hidden love affair with malls.

Not realy. In fact, I've never liked malls. Even as a teen I had no desire to hang out in them. I've merely tolerated them my whole life. I mean, alot of places I've lived that's all you got when it comes to buying clothes or whatever other reason I've ever been to the mall. Can't think of any right now.

Add to that I'm not what you'd call a slow walker or a meanderer. Not by a long shot. When I'm trying to get in and out of somewhere, I go. I think that's why malls and I have never seen eye-to-eye. Everyone aimlessly wandering at like zero miles-an-hour. I mean maybe other people truly have nothing else better to do. But I like to think I do.

And it so it came to pass that I ran over to Lenox Mall (which mercifully is right across the street from the ol' office) this evening for a little bout of shopping after work. A new pair of jeans and a shirt came out of it so it wasn't a total loss.

But I sometimes get so flustered at being in malls I run back out without buying anything. It's overwhelming. Teens, stragglers, profesional-shoppers, wanna-be gangsters, real gangsters, general suburban posers—it's too much to handle. Once here in Atlanta I went in the middle of the afternoon during the holidays to the mall and literally fought traffic to get to it and find a spot only to walk in the door and right back out. It was a zoo. I didn't go back for like a year.

Thank god tonight wasn't that bad. But after the mad success of a pair of jeans and a shirt I figured that was enough for the night.

Now all I need is some new shoes. No idea what kind I want.


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