Wednesday, November 26, 2008
tis the season
I went early X-mas shopping today. Sorta. It was for myself+the boy. I don't know. I guess I like the buzz I get. Rather, I like the feeling of my arms sore, back hurting, constant waiting, because all that just hypes me up in time for the holidays. And what I dislike most are the sales clerks, either they're too cheery or too, mind me, bitchy.
me: doodadoo. shuffle shuffle ponder ponder.
guy clerk in pleated pants: *all up in my grill* Hi, can I help you today?!
me: *I think you should chillax and back off* No, I'm just looking around.
guy clerk in pleated pants: *defeated* Oh... well... Uhm, my name's James. Look for me.
me: .... *PWNED*I guess he meant to look for him if I needed help?
(notice how there are no clothes strewn on the floor on my side, I had to hang things on the door knob, door hinges, door, mirror, but where were the hooks? F21, invest in hooks? my fingers look obese. haha.)
Excuse my usage of technology and for the blurryness. I am proud to say that I have finally, and successfully bought something at F21. I have never bought ANYTHING there, not to be discriminatory, but I've never found anything very cute. I was surprised to see that it wasn't bad, just the quality wasn't all that feasible. But I settled on a sweater, zipper top and another assymmetrical sweater. And I think all the girls in there were probably looking at me funny for one, I was with my boyfriend who was noticing a lot of gushing from the girls since predominantly the population in F21 were hormonal females with a rare breed of male friends, and also I had the boyfriend carry 4 other bags while I was carrying about 13 black items to try on.
While in line, it was a long line, I couldn't help but notice how many things were strewn about everywhere and how everyone was around the age of 13-25, minus the frazzled mothers. But after looking around some more with my boyfriend, I noticed that right next to us, there was a little ole' lady with a really extravagant hat on adorning a long black coat. The only thing she was buying was this:
I thought she was pretty badass for a 65-80 year old.