Have I mentioned that I hate shopping?
Jun. 1st, 2008 07:07 pmI loathe malls. Hate them hate them hate them. Not only are they full of mall gas (recirculated air, conditioned with brain-nullifying chemicals), and mall rats (those whose exposure to mall gas has become toxic), but each one is a certified Energy Vortex (TM). In all my life, I've only visited one that had not registered with the Vortex commission, and I am pretty sure that was because someone high up had been bribed (it was in a very affluent area).
Guess where I spent my afternoon?
The good side was that because the weather was absolutely gorgeous, the mall was not terribly crowded, meaning that mall rat encounters were kept at a minimum. Bad side was that we were there because our car needed new tires. And, as it turned out, a transmission job. And so we spent a lovely three and a half hours sitting and wandering around. And then, when we finally got our car back, the transmission didn't work right, so back we went to the mall.
It was supposed to take One. Hour. We were there for four and a half bloody hours.
If the trip had only taken the hour it was supposed to, I would have come back in decent spirits and written up an essay about how human interactions never change from infancy onward, just the language mutates a bit (and there would have been some sort of digression onto the universal language of squeals... which, if we're honest, never does change).
But my mood does not support such, erm, thoughtful writing at this time. Not that it was all bad. But it would have been better had my lungs not already been compromised, lending them rather susceptible to the mall gas, which irritated them no end. Which irritates me no end.
So...
Cough, cough, go away
and don't come back another day
Little Lizzy wants to play
but coughing sends her mood astray
cough, cough, go to hell
All I want is to feel well
Guess where I spent my afternoon?
The good side was that because the weather was absolutely gorgeous, the mall was not terribly crowded, meaning that mall rat encounters were kept at a minimum. Bad side was that we were there because our car needed new tires. And, as it turned out, a transmission job. And so we spent a lovely three and a half hours sitting and wandering around. And then, when we finally got our car back, the transmission didn't work right, so back we went to the mall.
It was supposed to take One. Hour. We were there for four and a half bloody hours.
If the trip had only taken the hour it was supposed to, I would have come back in decent spirits and written up an essay about how human interactions never change from infancy onward, just the language mutates a bit (and there would have been some sort of digression onto the universal language of squeals... which, if we're honest, never does change).
But my mood does not support such, erm, thoughtful writing at this time. Not that it was all bad. But it would have been better had my lungs not already been compromised, lending them rather susceptible to the mall gas, which irritated them no end. Which irritates me no end.
So...
Cough, cough, go away
and don't come back another day
Little Lizzy wants to play
but coughing sends her mood astray
cough, cough, go to hell
All I want is to feel well
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Date: 2008-06-02 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-06-02 08:26 am (UTC)I nope you're feeling better soon.
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Date: 2008-06-03 03:37 pm (UTC)Thanks, I am feeling better now.
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Date: 2008-06-03 06:33 pm (UTC)I took revenge by changing the baby's nappy on the bonnet of a very flashy Audi.
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Date: 2008-06-03 07:03 pm (UTC)