A self-reflecting quip on the oddities that fill my life. The local mall never ceases to provide an adventure of some sort, or at the very least a leisurely mishap. This past week John and I went on a last minute double date--in fact I think we invited ourselves on another couple's date--to dinner and a movie. Somewhere between said dinner and movie, we found ourselves with a huge cushion of time. And what better place to go to whittle away a chunk of time than the teen-infested Mall?
Of course the men of the bunch steered us into Sears. I must admit, using Sears as a portal to the rest of the mall was new for me. I usually aim for Dillard's because it is central and sells pretty much everything I go to the mall to buy. The same is not true for my boyfriend John. Dillard's has no tools...or much of anything that's shiny and functional.
On our way through Sears we paused to take a picture of some manly gadget with John's new phone (another manly gadget in itself). A sales girl paused to talk to us because I guess we were having too much fun not to buy something. In salesperson's mind, enthusiasm by one or both parties must mean a sale. The conversation with the Sears Sales Girl turned to John's phone--which I'm starting to think has a magnet embedded in it. As it turned out Sears Sales Girl used to have the same phone. John lamented the fact that he did not have a charger for his new toy. The conversation ended with Sears Sales Girl handing her phone number to John so he could "call her sometime" and get her old charger for free.
That was the day my boyfriend shamelessly got another girl's number in my presence. It was another one of those moments in my life where a little voice inside my head says, "I'm surprised you're not surprised by this moment."
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