I hate shopping …. OK well that’s not quite accurate. If I did, I wouldn’t voluntarily spend 2 hours trying out jeans after jeans. In any case some people really need to decide on a numbering scale… or two. I mean, I get S, M and L (and the variations of XS, XL, XXL…), similarly I get 35 till 44. But WHY did XXXL start to equal S?! Or is this some sort of twisted scheme in making some feel better and others worse?

*loud cough* Anyway, after an exhausting day, it is natural that someone has to feel the brunt of my nerves. It dawned on me that my two pairs of lacy panties would never rival the empty shopping cart of an elderly lady. So I trudged up to the cash register, and placed my purchase on the counter offering a HUGE smile to boot. I’m told I sulk way too much, so what better moment to start?

I don’t think I managed to scare (and scar) anyone that badly in… well ever. There was a young man at the counter. And he was all flustered and ready to flee… if only! So he tried to bravely pack my purchases, only to realize that he forgot to look at the price tags. If he hoped he could ignore them, “this was not his day” would probably sum things up nicely.

Hmm… I wonder what he thought of my wide smile as I thanked him enthusiastically, all the while grinning like an idiot? Yep, I’m evil… BWAHAHAHAHA!

P.S. For those interested, first my router died and then… um… is there a less incriminatory term for ZOMG LAZY? *bats eyelashes*