Mallnessness

I'm currently listening to: "Crash Into Me" by Dave Matthews Band

Earlier I had said that six hours by myself were nice. And they were excellent, today, too. But by the time I hit hour seven, I was itching to get out of the house. The only guy who could have tied me to the house for the rest of the afternoon was catching some much-needed ZZzz's up in Florissant... and I didn't really think it my place to wake him- yet.

I mean, I had a paycheck in my purse that needed to be put in the bank and I was running on empty for funds, so the bank was my direction of choice. It just happens to be on the way to the mall. And I just happened to need a gift for a rather good friend of mine. (You know who you are...) To everyone else- that means party-post on Saturday or Sunday. You are warned in advance.

Anywho, at about 2:40 I managed to grab the shuttle towards Crestwood, get off at the bank, and still catch the Chippewa 11 to get me to the mall. When I worked at South County, it didn't seem quite as- what's the word? Cold? No, not really. Just surreal. I was hit on by some guy a foot and a half shorter than I was at Spencer's. Both bookstores were missing the volume I needed of a certain series I'm reading. I was attacked by two saleswomen who tested products on me.

Victoria's Secret Clerk: Before you leave, Let's put some lip gloss on you.
Me (miffed): But I already have lipstick on.
VSC: Really? It doesn't look like it. (Proceeds to load up swab with pink gloss)
Me: I put it on right before I left the house.
VSC: It'll only take a second.

By that time, I figured- hey, I got what I had come in for... I'm not going to buy it, so I let her have her fun.

Same thing happened just outside of Suncoast. A woman was tauting nail buffers for $35.00, and I waved her off, saying that I was getting a manicure on Tuesday. Persistent thing wouldn't let me walk into the DVD store without talking to her.

Before I left the mall I checked the last bookstore one more time, and wondered if Tom had woken up yet... so I had his sister pull him out of dreamland for me- I had a feeling that he needed to actually be up and functioning for work. I talked to him for about five minutes, then released him to complete his evening.

I finally grabbed the Chippewa and had it drop me off practically at Athene's doorstep. I started hoofing it from there to the closest Fenton Shuttle stop... enjoying the scenery. If it had been two weeks later, I could probably talk about the chilling feeling of walking past a cemetary for twenty minutes while listening to radio commercials for The Darkness and Silo X. It's not near enough to Halloween yet to do that. But it will be. Soon.

Maybe next time I'll just save time and energy by taking the Chippewa, the Gravois, and DEAL! I think I might have saved ten minutes of time riding by spending twenty walking. Or maybe if Dad's home, I'll talk him into a driving lesson.