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Dec. 27th, 2001
Well, that was... interesting...
Dec. 27th, 2001 04:27 pmBecky and I went to the maul so she could use the maul certs she got for Christmas. She got the last copy of the fakenbible Hitchhiker's Guide. Feh. Mom's willing to go to semi-great lengths to help me get a copy, though, and that's the yays.
We did a bit of poking around in Hot Topic and Torrid and Lane Bryant, but all she bought was a shirt. There wasn't even that much that she wanted to try on in the first place. I didn't try anything on; it all looks ridiculous on me, plus I never have money anyway.
We also had a run-in with a VERY annoying guy who wanted to sell us magazines.
He accosted me as we were approaching an escalator, and I called Becky back, but I really shouldn't have, grr. I thought (we both thought at first) that he was doing a survey, you see, and that would've been okay, because we could get amusement out of it afterwards by talking about beans and George Wendt. He struck up conversation with us, asking us things like how old we were and where we went to school, and led us over to a bench maybe fifty feet away from the escalators, where he invited us to sit down. After chatting with us a bit more (also sucking up to us horribly -- three times he stated, in so many words, that the fact that the two of us were unattended indicated that all the guys in the mall were "gay, blind or broke"), he pulled out a little card and began begging us to order some of the magazines listed on the card.
When we indicated that we were broke (and we honestly were -- I had $20 which I PROMISED to ONLY use on THHGTTG, and Becky had by this time maybe $30 which she was supposed to use ONLY on clothes), he got snippy, indicated that we had wasted his time (uh, hello? you're the one who talked us up for ten minutes before getting to the bloody point first), and then, according to Becky, who was closer and who doesn't have problems with hearing like I do, he made a fat joke.
Bastard.
I came home to find a shiny from Ryl lying on the kitchen counter, though, so the yays.
We did a bit of poking around in Hot Topic and Torrid and Lane Bryant, but all she bought was a shirt. There wasn't even that much that she wanted to try on in the first place. I didn't try anything on; it all looks ridiculous on me, plus I never have money anyway.
We also had a run-in with a VERY annoying guy who wanted to sell us magazines.
He accosted me as we were approaching an escalator, and I called Becky back, but I really shouldn't have, grr. I thought (we both thought at first) that he was doing a survey, you see, and that would've been okay, because we could get amusement out of it afterwards by talking about beans and George Wendt. He struck up conversation with us, asking us things like how old we were and where we went to school, and led us over to a bench maybe fifty feet away from the escalators, where he invited us to sit down. After chatting with us a bit more (also sucking up to us horribly -- three times he stated, in so many words, that the fact that the two of us were unattended indicated that all the guys in the mall were "gay, blind or broke"), he pulled out a little card and began begging us to order some of the magazines listed on the card.
When we indicated that we were broke (and we honestly were -- I had $20 which I PROMISED to ONLY use on THHGTTG, and Becky had by this time maybe $30 which she was supposed to use ONLY on clothes), he got snippy, indicated that we had wasted his time (uh, hello? you're the one who talked us up for ten minutes before getting to the bloody point first), and then, according to Becky, who was closer and who doesn't have problems with hearing like I do, he made a fat joke.
Bastard.
I came home to find a shiny from Ryl lying on the kitchen counter, though, so the yays.
