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From this afternoon and evening.
A game not to play in the mall
Said a girl of about 8 or so to her younger sister, "You close your eyes and try to touch me. If you do I'm it. Ready go!"
And then the younger girl shut her eyes, extended her arms, and staggered around like Frankenstein's monster while the older one began running around like an overcaffienated cheetah on speed, darting in front of and around passing shoppers right in the middle of the hall.
There were a couple adults nearby who could've been parents or guardians, but if they were they certainly weren't too interested in their children.
And another:
Hopscotch, or something like that, jumping from one random floor tile to another, again getting in everyone's way.
Again, the parental units were either gone or not paying attention to their kids.
Smart people figure out how the store employees are dressed before asking for help:
Regretfully it appears you are not one of them.
I was at Target looking over bed sheets (Protip: Back to School is a good time to purchase bed sheets if you're not particularly picky about thread counts or stuff like that) when a lady came up to me and asked me where some kind of comforter was.
Target's employee dress code is a red shirt, khaki pants and a special nametag. Not a fleece jacket, some random T-shirt, ratty jeans and birkenstocks.
I told the lady I didn't work for the store. She then asked me if I could find somebody who could help her. I told her to look for somebody in red and khaki, and I thought I saw somebody matching that description over in electronics.
Yet another game not to play in a store
Shoe Shot Put.
I had just finished looking at clothes at Target and was heading toward the register to pay when a shoe just came flying out of nowhere and landed near my feet.
As I wondered what I had done to merit the Dubya treatment, some pre-teen came tearing out of the shoe deaprtment, picked the shoe up off the floor and went running back into the shoe department.
Dunno if anybody from the store saw this, since the only employee I found by the clothes was working by the fitting rooms.
Personalized plate seen on a car in the mall parking lot:
"TEA BAG"
Okay, so either you're a supporter of the various tax protests going on around the country (no debates on these please), or I just found out more about your preferred sexual activities than I ever cared to know.
Finally, to Barnes and Noble...
for a book I was looking for. I found a store employee behind the information counter:
Me: O hai, I'm looking for a book, it's called Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.
Employee:
And so he went and got it for me, and I took it up to the registers to pay. I'll start reading it later tonight.
A game not to play in the mall
Said a girl of about 8 or so to her younger sister, "You close your eyes and try to touch me. If you do I'm it. Ready go!"
And then the younger girl shut her eyes, extended her arms, and staggered around like Frankenstein's monster while the older one began running around like an overcaffienated cheetah on speed, darting in front of and around passing shoppers right in the middle of the hall.
There were a couple adults nearby who could've been parents or guardians, but if they were they certainly weren't too interested in their children.
And another:
Hopscotch, or something like that, jumping from one random floor tile to another, again getting in everyone's way.
Again, the parental units were either gone or not paying attention to their kids.
Smart people figure out how the store employees are dressed before asking for help:
Regretfully it appears you are not one of them.
I was at Target looking over bed sheets (Protip: Back to School is a good time to purchase bed sheets if you're not particularly picky about thread counts or stuff like that) when a lady came up to me and asked me where some kind of comforter was.
Target's employee dress code is a red shirt, khaki pants and a special nametag. Not a fleece jacket, some random T-shirt, ratty jeans and birkenstocks.
I told the lady I didn't work for the store. She then asked me if I could find somebody who could help her. I told her to look for somebody in red and khaki, and I thought I saw somebody matching that description over in electronics.
Yet another game not to play in a store
Shoe Shot Put.
I had just finished looking at clothes at Target and was heading toward the register to pay when a shoe just came flying out of nowhere and landed near my feet.
As I wondered what I had done to merit the Dubya treatment, some pre-teen came tearing out of the shoe deaprtment, picked the shoe up off the floor and went running back into the shoe department.
Dunno if anybody from the store saw this, since the only employee I found by the clothes was working by the fitting rooms.
Personalized plate seen on a car in the mall parking lot:
"TEA BAG"
Okay, so either you're a supporter of the various tax protests going on around the country (no debates on these please), or I just found out more about your preferred sexual activities than I ever cared to know. Finally, to Barnes and Noble...
for a book I was looking for. I found a store employee behind the information counter:
Me: O hai, I'm looking for a book, it's called Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.
Employee:
And so he went and got it for me, and I took it up to the registers to pay. I'll start reading it later tonight.
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