From our house, just over the woods about four miles is I-85, and just across I-85, at the first traffic light, you can turn left and go one mile there is a HUGE outlet mall. So many stores with bookoo’s of clothes, shoes, things and stuff all for purchasing at discount prices. But would she be caught dead shopping there? Well, maybe for some socks or skivvies, but CLOTHES? Never!
So we had to drive thirty miles to The Mall of Georgia to a teen shop called Hot Topics (I kept calling it Hot Pockets) so she could buy ‘cool’ stuff. I lasted about three minutes in there, rubbing arms and asses with thousands upon thousands of teens and their parents. So I went out into the mall, found a seating area, roosted, and converted to my ‘people watching’ mode.
This brought on two events.
The first one was this 90 something (she had to be that old) little old lady sitting across from me. She looked so fragile and was slumped sideways in her chair. I kept watching her to make sure she wasn’t going to topple over or pass out or die or something. Then the little old lady reached into her coat pocket and pulled out this pretty pink and white cell phone and began to text.
Either that or she was trying to call 911 to get someone to come and set her upright.
The other incident…I was admiring all the pretty people (well not all were that pretty - know what I mean?) when this very pretty lady came walking by, stopped, looked over at me, smiled and started walking toward me very slowly with that a certain look on her face. I was racking my brain trying to remember where I know her from. But she definitely knew me and was obviously intrigued (which I can understand).
But what I couldn’t understand is where she knew me from. She was so pretty and hot that I KNOW I would have remembered her. And there was Judy and the grand-kids. What if she came out and saw me loving on this gorgeous lady? How would I explain her to them because I didn’t even know who she is? Would Judy understand? Be mad at me for life? Take this young, gorgeous thing down right there in the mall? I was both excited and worried.
And just as she was about to reach where I was setting, she smiled even more and said, “I went back to the store, but I just couldn’t return it.”
And this deep voice right behind me said, “Why not?”
I almost screamed and jumped across the mall. Scared the bejesus out of me!!! I even looked over at the little old lady to see if she was calling 911 for me. But I think she was already dead.
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