Last night Berta and I did all of our Christmas shopping except for one person. as Pat says, if you didn’t make a list, you didn’t get a gift.
Still, I feel like I’m missing out on something by not going to the mall and winding my way through the crowds. I’ve always been fairly adept at surfing mall crowds; weaving in and out of the people and getting to the store that I want to shop in. I’m like a ghost in the machine. I’ve got weird mall-dar.
Mall-dar. It’s like radar, but it’s good for sensing which direction a particular store or item is inside the mall. My mall-dar is strangely honed. It’s like a super power or something. That and my ability to exude an aura of obfuscation in the perception of store clerks. Oh yeah, they just don’t see me, and if they do see me, they avoid me like I wasn’t even there.
It’s a blessing and a curse.
Now I really want to go shopping. Anybody need a gift?
