I went to the mall today. I know, I know, I was taking my life in my hands but I needed my calendars. I wore my mask of course, and stayed six feet away from people whenever I could. It's pretty easy in the mall which is a big place. Every year I get two 'day at a time' calendars, one Sudoku and one of a variety of brain building puzzles (approved by Mensa no less) so I can work on puzzles while I eat breakfast. I always wait until after Christmas to buy these puzzle calendars in case someone in my family takes the hint and buys them for me. But this year, as you know, they all invested in my Roomba so I bought my calendars myself. In case you're wondering, Rhoda is feeling well since I cleaned her rollers and did a great job vacuuming the guest bedroom. Sadly, when I sent her the message to stop cleaning and go home she bumbled around a bit and then admitted that she couldn't find her way home. When I carried her into the living room she managed to dock herself perfectly. But I digress. While I was at the mall I noticed that a lot more people seemed to be returning than buying. The longest line I saw, people carrying packages and waiting patiently, was outside Victoria's Secret. So then I started wondering what people were returning to Victoria's Secret. Lacy bras? Fancy panties? Slinky pajamas? Those all sound like great gifts to me, or would have in my younger days. Of course maybe they were returning thongs. That I could totally understand.
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