I honestly didn't mean for this blog to become the chronicles of a dating life, but whatever. There's nothing else to do in Pittsburgh when all of your friends are in other cities or busy with school and (until recently) you've been unemployed. I need some reason to leave the house.
Date #2 with Yet-to-be-Mentioned Boy was my most recent reason to leave the house after I got home from my first week of being employed. We didn't do anything too exciting -- but the first thing on the agenda was a trip out to Westmoreland Mall where he needed to get a new cell phone.
Yet-to-be-Mentioned: Shit. I forgot it's Friday night.
Me: ...So?
Yet: That means the mall is going to be infested with preteens.
Me: Haha! It can't be that... holy shit.
(Mass number of hoodlums working their way through parking lot towards mall entrance. So bad it's to the point where we can't even get his truck through to park.)
We walked into the mall, only to realize that Christmas had literally vomited all over Westmoreland Mall. VOMITED. It was... the most intense thing I have ever seen. I felt like I was a living, breathing part of some overly hyped Christmas movie starring Tim Allen.
Christmas music was BLARING from the speakers like we were at a rock concert, not a decent-sized mall north of Pittsburgh. People were EVERYWHERE... you couldn't walk without physically hitting someone. Eventually after much squeezing and pushing and pulling - we were able to make it to the Sprint booth, where two employees looked like they'd rather be shot in the face then spend one more minute in this huge, Christmas explosion.
Me:(yelling) What is going on???
Spring Guy: (yelling) Didn't you hear? Santa Claus arrived.
Me: You're KIDDING. All of THIS because of THAT?
Spring Guy: They had MARCHING BANDS playing earlier. MARCHING BANDS!
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