This is a short babble because I’m off to get my boob squished. Joy. Yesterday a girlfriend and I caught a movie and then went to the mall to kill time before a 6pm dinner date with my Husband. The mall we went to is a fancy indoor one with two floors of shiny white walls and floors and high-end stores with lots pretty window displays. On a Tuesday afternoon, it was filled with young mothers and ladies who lunch sales people on break and lots of people interested in an iWatch. My friend and I spent a about an hour wandering about the mall chatting and then about two hours sitting and people watching while we drank coffee and we solved the world’s problems. During that time we saw several die jobs, one transvestite, many, many bad clothing choices and a lot of mall walking elderly men and women getting their exercise. At 6pm, when we met Husband for dinner he asked us what kind of cars they had in the mall on show. Cars? What cars? We’d not seen one car on display. Weird couples, horribly tight clothing, cutie babies, funny toddlers but not one car. We told Husband that they must have been in transition because we’d not seen one. After dinner, Husband talked me into walking around the mall to digest dinner, which I knew full well meant walk to the Apple store to look at a damn iWatch. The things I do for him. My girl friend went home and Husband and I went back into the mall where we saw not one, not two, not three but EIGHT CARS on display inside. Eight freakin’ cars that didn’t register as information we needed to retain in our brains. Eight freakin’ cars that Husband could classify by make and model just by spotting the tail lights reflected in a store front window yet we never saw in the three hours we wandered the mall. He was horrified. We notice everything, how could we not have noticed eight shiny cars?
To which my girl friend responded: We’re just not built that way. A great purse, shoes or transvestite, we notice. Cars, not so much. Word, girl friend. Word. And on that note, I'm off to let a woman put my boob between two metal plates and squish it flat. Hope your day starts with a slightly less excitement than that... UPDATE:
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