Not only did I spend approximatly 85% of my time in my hometowns local mall, I would say about 20% of that time was enjoyable.
One time in particular, I was standing in line, for what seemed like hours, to buy my mom this gorgeous pair of earings for Christmas/her birthday.
So as I'm standing in line I look to my immediate left and see a bracelet that I thought my cousin would like. So i figure since Im already standing in line I might as well pick it up and see for sure. Well, in the midst of my inquery, the line moved a smidge. This little old bitty decides its her chance to cut the line.
When I look up I realize that she has done this and so ever so politely I say, "Oh I'm sorry ma'am, the line startes back there".
She turns around and says, "Don't call me ma'am".
I was shocked, I had never has such an issue presented to me before. Then the lady behind me who looked like she was on some sort of coffee fix said, "Look lady, we have been standing here for at least 20 minutes! Beat it!"
Again, the shock rose in me.
Then, the older lady and the overly caffinated lady start bickering back and forth until security is called and comes over. This whole time I am standing in the middle of these women, trying not to get hurt.
Overall, the older lady was forced to the back of the line, but the whole time the two women were glancing at eachother with angry eyes.
So much for glad tidings of great joy....
And this type of thing is the reason I hate Christmas...
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