11/08/2007

Leave Me Alone...

I've written posts about things I don't like before. I'm pretty sure I mentioned all of them in this post. Well, I have a new item to add to that list:

The people who work at kiosks at the mall.

Now, I should say that I've been sitting on this one for a while, in hopes that they would realize the error of their ways. But, they've forced my hand.

As I was exiting the mall after seeing American Gangster (certified 4 Yarmulke™ rating), I was approached by 5 different kiosk-ers offering all of the latest wares in cell phones (2x), personal cooling bandanas, gold plated medallions, and tupperware. Here's the deal: I'm in a shopping mall. Since I'm not 13, you can assume that I'm there to shop, not just hang out. That means that, if I want something, I'll walk into a store and buy it. I shouldn't be made to feel like I'm walking through the alley full of games at the state fair. I feel like I've got to walk through the mall with my hand cupped to the side of my face while I look down. I mean, come on, I had to suffer through that enough that summer I gave swimming lessons to the elderly. Editor's Note: That was a joke. I never taught the elderly how to swim.

So, kiosk-ers of the world, after you come to the realization that the things that you sell are so bad that you couldn't afford to get a whole store to put them in, let's make a deal: if you don't approach me as I'm trying to enjoy my DQ soft-serve, I won't spray your kiosk down with a fire extinguisher. Just let me know...

Editor's Note: As a bonus part of the story, I was carded when I purchased my ticket to the movie. I'm 27, have a 4 day beard, and I was carded. I guess I don't look like I'm 30...

1 comment:

Julie Hibbard said...

I agree with you on the kiosk folk. And then I feel bad for saying NO to them!
As far as being carded...I was carded buying a Corona at the Angels' game over the Summer.
Best day of my life.