Striking out at the mall

It was a simple plan.  I was to go to the store, exchange money for goods, and come home in time to watch the afternoon hockey game.

Strike one: I needed a couple new pairs of jeans for work because I keep destroying mine.  Apparently I wear the most popular pants size on the planet because I can never find what I want in a 33/32.  I leave the store without pants (except for the ones I'm wearing).

Strike two: I wander into Half-Price Books to pick up my next Cormac book.  There it is.  I pick it up off the shelf.  It's not in the best shape, but that's why it's half-price, right?  I look at the price.  It's marked down from $24 to $20.  I do some math in my head and then wonder why the store isn't named Five-Sixths Books.  No way I'm risking strange germs on every page to save four bucks.  I'll go home and get it brand new off Amazon.

Strike three: At least I know I can find what I want at Sports Authority.  I need a certain piece of excercise equipment.  What it is isn't important.  What is important is that I know they will have it.  I am willing to pay for it, because I need it.  I spot it on the far wall.  Dozens to choose from!  I pick the one that makes me look the fastest, disregard the high price, and walk towards the counter.  After a few minutes I realize that I should have brought a Snickers bar because I won't be going anywhere for a while.  The line is longer than the Great Wall of China.  Apparently half the Twin Cities decided to meet at Sports Authority on Saturday morning.  This is no good.  I put my item back on the shelf and leave empty-handed.  From now on I do all my shopping online.

Comments

[Jay Jorgenson]

Wow...that sounded like an exciting adventure. I hate the mall.