I took my daughter Coco in today for minor surgery. I guess minor now is anything where you don’t stay overnight in the hospital. I’m thinking any cutting into me or my loved ones is pretty major. The doctor assured me that she would be under for some time and that I should fill a few hours with something fun like going to the mall within walking distance.
To me, mall translates to maze from hell. I hate shopping. After wandering for what seemed like an eternity, I looked at my cell phone for the time. It had been 25 minutes. I was hungry. I walked the food court and decided on Mongolian BBQ. The reason was clear to me — no forks in sight. Chop sticks would automatically add 30 minutes to my dining time.
On the second wander through, I decided to look for a black jacket. My last one was purchased before my last child was born. I thought I might get lucky with a Macy’s end of season sale. My sales lady looked like she was out of a 1940’s Macy’s. She had her yellowed-gray hair held back by a brown glittery headband that accentuated her round face and double chin. A brown bow, looking like something you’d put on a present wrapped the pony tail at the base of her neck. She wore a black sweater collared by a strip of fake mink. The arms of the sweater stretched tightly and pulled around the flab hanging from her arms. She wore a dark rimmed pair of reading glasses on the end of her nose. The rogue on her cheeks was almost orange.
She immediately pulled out the jacket I’d been looking for (at least in my mind) for years. What can I say, this lady knows fashion. What was even better? It was marked down from $189 to $53.
Okay, I was ready to head on back. I looked up and saw arrows pointing East Entrance and West Entrance. What a horrible trick to play on directionally challenged people. I had no compass, but remember this is my lucky day. Daughter is doing well, welcome to a fabulous coat, and farewell to the old tattered black wool jacket.
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Pretty harsh on that poor ol’ Macy’s saleslady who was only there to serve and comfort you in your time of despair.
You could have gone to Nordstrom’s and been waited on by some sweet, young, tall, thin thing with an ample supply silicone and bought a $53.00 coat for $189.00
I liked what George had to say! So true…
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I got a vicarious shopper high at your description of your bargain! How can you hate shopping with such a great bargain? Also, how can you like shopping at the fair and not at the mall?
Gadgets. It’s all about gadgets.