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Sunday, June 24th, 2007 02:58 pm
I don't get to malls very often any more. (Today [livejournal.com profile] rfrench volunteered to push a wheelchair. Yay [livejournal.com profile] rfrench!) It's a little like visiting a foreign country. The customs are strange, the rituals unfamiliar.

The first thing that hit us was the smell. We were probably downwind of a department store entrance on the floor below us. We also had the misfortune to pass Yankee Candle later on. We knew enough to hold our breath for that one.

I noticed how small the chests were on the female mannequins. They're perfect for young teens who are about in sixth grade and still have most of their growing to do. No wonder styles that would look good on me are never on display. I did see one store window with busty torsos in it. They looked almost like me! Except... it was Lane Bryant. Last time I went in there they laughed me right back out again.

My God, the SHOES. There are people who find those things attractive. I am pathetically grateful that I am now forever exempt.

Because I was at the mall already, I also bought a belt. Gap earns my eternal gratitude for having a clothing-related article that fit me last time I needed one AND wasn't discontinued before I needed another one.

What a world.