1.) I did my shopping a while ago--but Rich, of course, has done none. He asked me to go with him all over the town today to help him pick out gifts. He got nothing. So we went to the mall. Parking was non-existant.
2.) Rich asked me what I wanted. I mentioned two things: A Coach purse of a certain design (all sold out) and a new pair of Ugg boots (also all sold out). So we also left the mall empty-handed.
3.) There were a father and son pan-handling by the road at the exit of the mall. Both were dressed in spiffy jeans, and nice coats. The dad was holing a sign that read "Unemployed for Christmas," and the kid was running from car to car in traffic to get money. I judged so much that I now dislike malls at this time of year even more.
4.) Douchey kid running. Running. In zig-zag form through the mall. He nearly knocked me over twice. And this was all for Rich, who got nothing.
Anyone else hate malls? Or wait to the last damned minute to shop and are now thinking that wasn't the best idea?