nothing cures boredom like shopping. even browsing is a ton of fun. kills the hours. mind you, for me, i end up wanting more things.
i like shopping in stores like walmart or winners where they just leave you the fuck alone. you can do as you want without someone coming up and asking if you've been helped. there are times i want the help, but most of the time when i do, i can never find anyone willing to lend me a hand. and when i dont need it? they're all over me like white on snow.
of course shopping at walmart comes with its drawbacks: loud speakers going off at random times, usually by the non-english speaking people who talk in high eardrum breaking screeches, the children crying and yelling all over the place, and the ill mannered assholes who either push past without saying excuse me or hog an entire aisle. there's nothing worse than needing something just---riiiight----there and having some oblivious fucktard blocking it. and i hate having to say "excuse me", not the words itself (because, c'mon, i'm not the sil), but it's the interruption and feeling like i'm ushering them along and asking them to speed up their shopping experience. it's the implication that i'm in a rush when i'm generally not. hate that.
today i went through a slower check out. the woman apologized profusely about the delay. i must have given off the air of impatience, which was completely unintentional. cashing wasnt her area of expertise. neither was time management. i didnt really care tho. i had nowhere to be, no agenda. happy enough to be out of the house in a solitary pursuit.
Friday, June 18, 2010
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nothing cures boredom like shopping. even browsing is a ton of fun. kills the hours. mind you, for me, i end up wanting more things.
i like shopping in stores like walmart or winners where they just leave you the fuck alone. you can do as you want without someone coming up and asking if you've been helped. there are times i want the help, but most of the time when i do, i can never find anyone willing to lend me a hand. and when i dont need it? they're all over me like white on snow.
of course shopping at walmart comes with its drawbacks: loud speakers going off at random times, usually by the non-english speaking people who talk in high eardrum breaking screeches, the children crying and yelling all over the place, and the ill mannered assholes who either push past without saying excuse me or hog an entire aisle. there's nothing worse than needing something just---riiiight----there and having some oblivious fucktard blocking it. and i hate having to say "excuse me", not the words itself (because, c'mon, i'm not the sil), but it's the interruption and feeling like i'm ushering them along and asking them to speed up their shopping experience. it's the implication that i'm in a rush when i'm generally not. hate that.
today i went through a slower check out. the woman apologized profusely about the delay. i must have given off the air of impatience, which was completely unintentional. cashing wasnt her area of expertise. neither was time management. i didnt really care tho. i had nowhere to be, no agenda. happy enough to be out of the house in a solitary pursuit.
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