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azurelunatic) wrote2003-08-03 05:14 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-08-03 05:14 pm
Out
Went to the mall and library.
Busses run every half-hour on weekends, rather than once every fifteen minutes. I was waiting at the bus stop for a while. The lyrics I'd been waiting for ("If you wanna be a hacker, you gotta learn how it works/ Stealing scripts is easy, but that way's just for jerks/ ") came to me.
While I was still grinning over that, a guy herding more children than he could lay hands on all at once (more than five, less than ten) showed up. One of the older boys, a chubby kid of about ten, was a little prick in the making. He was deliberately provoking the other kids, for no reason other than to just be a jerk. He looked like Torgen*, a little, but couldn't have been less like him. The kids had a cup of water they were sharing around, and there wasn't quite enough. One of the girls was distributing ice from the bottom, and included Pricklet in the sharing. He deliberately tossed the contents of the cup in the air, scattering ice all over. In a more hospitable climate, I'd have had far less of a problem with his actions, but this is Arizona. No one else looked to be packing a water bottle. "Ooops," he said, or something similar. The grown-up noticed, and gave him a verbal "Respect, young man!" that Pricklet shrugged off. If he'd been mine, he would have been in so much trouble for that little display.
Got some of the plastic ear-protectors from one of those horrid teen hip jewelry places, then turned in my replacement book. Found several books to check out (I'm trying to limit myself to what I can read in a week) and learned that I had a fine. (D'oh!)
I walked back to the mall reading Kushiel's Chosen. Dropped in at Victoria's Secret, and learned from the annoying salesteen with far, far too much eyeshadow (from the eyelashes to the eyebrow in a single color that does not harmonize with skin is too much, even if the color is a pale pearly white) and very intrusive lipgloss that their place does not carry DDD cup sizes. Meh. Her attempted Response.Redirect was not smooth, and caused some erroring (you don't do sales pitch for the wrong size when someone says they are a size that you don't carry, you say, "Ah, you want ____ instead, as they do carry that size" instead of trying to push bras a size too small on someone who knows what they're looking for) and reinforced my opinion that she was a twit.
Poked around in Lane Bryant for a bit. Nice atmosphere. Evidently the "buy one, get one half-off" is an ongoing thing with the bras. Glee!
Was notably not approached by the guy who was inquiring if people at the bus stop were familiar with/containing Jesus Christ. Y'think the unrelieved black, the pretty star, and the incongruous floppy pale blue hat would scare him away?
Wound up at home. Yay, home. Yay, beef stew. Yay, salad. Yay, book. Yay, calling Darkside just now.
*Torgen is the first kid I know who died. He was an elementary school classmate, and died in a car crash around 1992.
Busses run every half-hour on weekends, rather than once every fifteen minutes. I was waiting at the bus stop for a while. The lyrics I'd been waiting for ("If you wanna be a hacker, you gotta learn how it works/ Stealing scripts is easy, but that way's just for jerks/ ") came to me.
While I was still grinning over that, a guy herding more children than he could lay hands on all at once (more than five, less than ten) showed up. One of the older boys, a chubby kid of about ten, was a little prick in the making. He was deliberately provoking the other kids, for no reason other than to just be a jerk. He looked like Torgen*, a little, but couldn't have been less like him. The kids had a cup of water they were sharing around, and there wasn't quite enough. One of the girls was distributing ice from the bottom, and included Pricklet in the sharing. He deliberately tossed the contents of the cup in the air, scattering ice all over. In a more hospitable climate, I'd have had far less of a problem with his actions, but this is Arizona. No one else looked to be packing a water bottle. "Ooops," he said, or something similar. The grown-up noticed, and gave him a verbal "Respect, young man!" that Pricklet shrugged off. If he'd been mine, he would have been in so much trouble for that little display.
Got some of the plastic ear-protectors from one of those horrid teen hip jewelry places, then turned in my replacement book. Found several books to check out (I'm trying to limit myself to what I can read in a week) and learned that I had a fine. (D'oh!)
I walked back to the mall reading Kushiel's Chosen. Dropped in at Victoria's Secret, and learned from the annoying salesteen with far, far too much eyeshadow (from the eyelashes to the eyebrow in a single color that does not harmonize with skin is too much, even if the color is a pale pearly white) and very intrusive lipgloss that their place does not carry DDD cup sizes. Meh. Her attempted Response.Redirect was not smooth, and caused some erroring (you don't do sales pitch for the wrong size when someone says they are a size that you don't carry, you say, "Ah, you want ____ instead, as they do carry that size" instead of trying to push bras a size too small on someone who knows what they're looking for) and reinforced my opinion that she was a twit.
Poked around in Lane Bryant for a bit. Nice atmosphere. Evidently the "buy one, get one half-off" is an ongoing thing with the bras. Glee!
Was notably not approached by the guy who was inquiring if people at the bus stop were familiar with/containing Jesus Christ. Y'think the unrelieved black, the pretty star, and the incongruous floppy pale blue hat would scare him away?
Wound up at home. Yay, home. Yay, beef stew. Yay, salad. Yay, book. Yay, calling Darkside just now.
*Torgen is the first kid I know who died. He was an elementary school classmate, and died in a car crash around 1992.
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*closes mouth*
So.. a floppy hat huh. Nice.
^_^
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Well, I don't hide my preferences. Check my LJ profile, as Kramer says, "I'm out there Jerry, and I'm lovin' it!!"
Oh, and I did log the lyrics you linked to as a memory.
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