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Mallrats, 2.0

Now that the Halloween candy is on clearance, 'tis officially the season all up in this joint.  The stores are already in full Christmas swing.  I even heard "Winter Wonderland" playing, which was hard to take seriously when it was 75 degrees and sunny.  With Black Friday fast approaching, I've already seen some holiday hysteria:
* I was in a store looking for lady stuff.  There were three nuns in the lady stuff department.  I was torn between wanting to stay as far from them as possible and wanting to sneak up behind them and see what they actually bought.  I know that they need unmentionables too, but I figured that was just standard issue with their habits, along with the sensible shoes and Clorox to keep their whites looking white.  Do they have to follow a dress code for their underpinnings, too?
* A guy walking in front of me clearly had his shirt on inside out.  Was he a messy eater and figured, "hey, it works for the couch cushions..."?  Is that a new trend I've failed to notice?  Or maybe he's a bit past due on his laundry?
* I went to buy a present for my nephew at a kids' store.  The salesclerk managed to wear an outfit that was so eerily similar to one they had on display that I more than briefly considered the possibility that she did it on purpose.
* At another store a young woman randomly announced to me how excited she was to find colored jeans on sale for less than at her previous stop.  At first I thought she had mistaken me for someone else but apparently she was just that excited about wearing colored jeans.  The slogan for the jeans mentions feeling like a rock star in them, which caused her to remark, "I'm not sure I'll feel like a rock star in them."  Uh, yeah, I'd kinda already reached that conclusion.
* I stopped for lunch at a restaurant that was just finishing serving up a busload of seniors.  My waitress apparently missed out on that deal because she kept checking up on me and asking if I needed napkins.  Word of advice -- your tip is not going to be proportionate to the number of napkins I use.  Actually refilling my water glass?  That might get you somewhere.
* One of my final stops was the UPS store.  The guy in front of me was sending off a large package and insisted on double-checking the receipt since he "knows exactly where it's going."  After looking over the receipt for a moment he asks, "so where's the address listed on here?"  The clerk points it out to him, prompting him to reply, "oh, you better read that to me -- my eyes are terrible."  Way to eliminate the middle man, sir.

Enjoy this lovely weather and don't forget to turn your clocks back this weekend!

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  1. Did you happen to be at my store? I am seriously cracking up right now. This is a conversation I hear all to frequently!

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