the mall
i hate going to the mall, i don't hate shopping, i just hate going to the mall, especially on a weekend and particularly on a day that i need something. i look up to those people who can go into a mall, spend five minutes getting what they want, paying for it, and walking out the door happy they got new stuff and happier they didn't lose their mind in the mall.
we usually wait for sunday to come around to go to the mall, just because it's the one day that we can go with my mom, but at the same time it's one of the busiest mall days in the week. so we went to metrotown, it used to just be the big mall in vancouver with all the stores that you need, an aldo, foot locker, gap, and sears, and now it's just a colossal mingling ground for teeney-boppers, young pregnant mothers, and bratty un-disciplined children.
my adventure began at the bay, my mom wanted to grab a few things, she actually wanted to try on a pair of shoes, so we stood around the shoe department with only one lady working cash and getting sizes- it was here that i was pushed (quite rudely) by a lilliputian-brat of a child, at which time i looked to the mother and sternly yet politely said "excuse me!" after which she grabbed the kid and left the department (if she had stayed i may have just told her something about the importance of having disciplined children- or at least explained that fact to my sister or mom, loud enough for the child's mother to hear). after we waited for 10 or so minutes, we dropped the shoe and left, frustrated with the child and the cashier/size-getter-person for the lack of service we were getting (i can sympathize with her however, and recognize that it's not her fault at all).
then we entered pandemonium. little fourteen year old girls carrying purses as if they had money to spend that needed to be put in a wallet that was so full of cash they need a purse to carry it, and their mothers dressed as 16 year old girls with shirts to short and pants to tight to be wearing on rainy day and to be wearing in general. then the males, boys with pants so low they need to bend down to take their wallets from their back pockets and jackets hanging off the shoulder as if they just came out of some lame music video. fathers too busy, watching out for pervs and pedophiles on their wives and daughter's behalfs, to notice the black line on their credit cards being worn down.
i wanted shoes, i got them, on sale (yay!), and then i wanted a t-shirt. you know the guy's undershirt kind of t-shirts. they make for great sleepwear, actually guy-clothes in general makes for great sleepwear. so we went to zellers to get guy-undershirts, and it was too messy and i couldn't stand the uncleanliness, so my frustration rose a few notches and we left, went all the way back to the bay and finally after some rummaging around found guy-sleepwear in that really nice soft cotton, found the right size, found the right colour, and they were long sleeve (a completely unexpected bonus), paid and left. i was happy to leave after the whole escapade, with a brand new pair of "boot-shoes" and a couple of new long-sleeve lounge/sleepwear shirts. and amidst it all i came to the same conclusion that i've always known, "i hate the mall".
we usually wait for sunday to come around to go to the mall, just because it's the one day that we can go with my mom, but at the same time it's one of the busiest mall days in the week. so we went to metrotown, it used to just be the big mall in vancouver with all the stores that you need, an aldo, foot locker, gap, and sears, and now it's just a colossal mingling ground for teeney-boppers, young pregnant mothers, and bratty un-disciplined children.
my adventure began at the bay, my mom wanted to grab a few things, she actually wanted to try on a pair of shoes, so we stood around the shoe department with only one lady working cash and getting sizes- it was here that i was pushed (quite rudely) by a lilliputian-brat of a child, at which time i looked to the mother and sternly yet politely said "excuse me!" after which she grabbed the kid and left the department (if she had stayed i may have just told her something about the importance of having disciplined children- or at least explained that fact to my sister or mom, loud enough for the child's mother to hear). after we waited for 10 or so minutes, we dropped the shoe and left, frustrated with the child and the cashier/size-getter-person for the lack of service we were getting (i can sympathize with her however, and recognize that it's not her fault at all).
then we entered pandemonium. little fourteen year old girls carrying purses as if they had money to spend that needed to be put in a wallet that was so full of cash they need a purse to carry it, and their mothers dressed as 16 year old girls with shirts to short and pants to tight to be wearing on rainy day and to be wearing in general. then the males, boys with pants so low they need to bend down to take their wallets from their back pockets and jackets hanging off the shoulder as if they just came out of some lame music video. fathers too busy, watching out for pervs and pedophiles on their wives and daughter's behalfs, to notice the black line on their credit cards being worn down.
i wanted shoes, i got them, on sale (yay!), and then i wanted a t-shirt. you know the guy's undershirt kind of t-shirts. they make for great sleepwear, actually guy-clothes in general makes for great sleepwear. so we went to zellers to get guy-undershirts, and it was too messy and i couldn't stand the uncleanliness, so my frustration rose a few notches and we left, went all the way back to the bay and finally after some rummaging around found guy-sleepwear in that really nice soft cotton, found the right size, found the right colour, and they were long sleeve (a completely unexpected bonus), paid and left. i was happy to leave after the whole escapade, with a brand new pair of "boot-shoes" and a couple of new long-sleeve lounge/sleepwear shirts. and amidst it all i came to the same conclusion that i've always known, "i hate the mall".
posted by tyna at Sunday, October 16, 2005
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