Join Date: Jun 2011
Location: Loma Linda, CA
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You're on your way home on a Saturday afternoon, from whatever it is you do on a Saturday. But there's a problem: you've sprung a hole in your sock. Driving down the main road, you spy the mall. "Aha," you think to yourself, "I'll just drop into Sellzall Department store and gitme a new pair of socks, real quick-like." So you careen into the parking lot, snag a spot, and saunter into the mall, feverishly looking for the Sellzall store entrance, once in the mall. You approach the Sellzall entrance, thinking of a quick purchase, only to face a veritable labyrinthine ordeal, past the shiny, smelly cosmetics counters with those girls standing next to bar stools, make-up brush in hand, past the juniors and sportswear departments, wandering around looking for the stupid, hidden escalator to the upper floor. Finally locating it, you travel altitude then discover you must AGAIN traverse a labyrinthine pathway past housewares, white goods, children's clothes, electronics, bedding, and... eventually... to the department with yur basic underwear and socks...