I know. I know. They're just trying to bring home the bacon, but this girl doesn't have any extra bacon to give. Yeah, I'm at the mall, but I'm here on a mission, to buy clothes and nothing but the clothes, not a $50 nail kit or to get my eyebrows threaded or shredded. :o| Whatever that means. Last week, a man literally came out at me with a mirror, YEAH A MIRROR, basically telling me how my eyebrows were all out of wack. Ok Ok, it may be true, but just because it's true doesn't mean that I'm gonna let the salesman pressure get to me. I will not let his sneaky tactics defeat me. I've got my pride....(and some shopping to do). So out of my way! I'm still on a mission.
Then I enter the food court and a dude is chasing me down with chicken teriyaki on a stick. I know. I know. It's very sweet of him to offer, but no thank you Sir. I'm in a RUSH and I'm just passing through.
On Sunday, I paid another visit to my glorious mall with my sisters and a friend. And what do ya know?! It happens again. I told y'all it happens EVERY SINGLE TIME. From across the way we hear a woman yelling from the top of her lungs, ((((When was the last time you had pictures made of your kids?))))) Boy, they really know how to get to ya and apparently they're not too proud to beg either. But we stayed strong and focused on our shopping mission. Isn't it obvious we weren't at the mall to make appointments with Olan Mills. We just wanna get a pretty little black dress, for goodness sakes.