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some thoughts on shopping

Have you ever gone to the food court before the rest of the mall opens? There are two types of people around:
(a) people who obviously work there and
(b) people who obviously don't work anywhere (old people, disabled people, strange people)
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Is the Sears business model entirely predicated on sales? I can't remember the last time I was in there when there wasn't a sale going on. Heaps and heaps of pressed polyester pants, all 40% off.

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O look, Orange Julius still exists. Huh.

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And HMV. How the fuck are they still viable?

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In line in EBGames and I could not hack it, had to abort. It wasn't even a line, really. But the geek quotient was absolutely off the scale -- coughers, mumblers, gigglers, stinky boy-men in dirty sweats and facial hair that made me think of insincere rounds of chemo.

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Jesus, only 10:30 and it's already getting busy.

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Why are these old ladies carrying their own little chairs?

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Who puts a library right next to the mall? O right, the suburbs.

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C *hates* the mall. I don't hate it so much as it just makes me bleary-eyed, and all my insides sore. But now I'm done.
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  1. Rebecca Cairns10:59 pm

    The mall is a terrifying place to be.
    People seem to turn into mall-barbarians when the holidays are approaching... never mind boxing day shoppers...

    but on another note, thank god Orange Julius still exists.

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