friday evening
Friday evening, I was clubbed at the head and dragged with my head full of blood to a shopping mall by Emily. With my blood pouring out profusely, I was made to walk hundreds of miles worth of tormenting steps, while Emily was satisfying her frenzy of clothes buying spree …
Ok, I made all that up, but, it’s about as close as how it felt like being dragged to a shopping madness by one of those females. I’m not a naturally religious person but I wanted to say this - God.. I hate shopping. It’s tiring, it’s boring and it’s a fucking waste of time.
That Friday evening was one of the worst time I ever had in a shopping mall. Walked for 3 hours without food and water, I was basically in the brink of wanting to end my life by jumping from the third floor balcony … when I spotted a couple of good looking young girls on the ground floor (Emily was ransacking some clothes in one of the boutiques).
Apparently, they were at this ‘open air’ undergarments outlet … and were checking some of the lacy bras out. I observed them for a whole 5 minutes from the 3rd floor above, and apparently, it looked like as if they couldn’t decide if they wanted to buy them. They had a few ’side discussions’ while holding those bras … and at times it could get really technical — stretching those brassieres lopsiding the cups pointing their boobs etc. I was kinda amused at that point.
Then, as one of them was busy twisting and tormenting those bras for quality defects, another one went towards the “bats” section. *refer pic below for illustrative reference of “bats”*
That girl took a particular liking to a few bats, and stretch them out to match her piece of farm. She was like doing this in the open .. doesn’t give a damn if anyone noticed. Was wondering what exactly she wanted to know by stretching those lacy underwears … if it really matches her beaver ? I do not know, but for me, I would normally grab a box of underwear … quickly flee to the nearest pay counter … pay as fast as I could … and get the fuck out of the place immediately. I watched her continue to stretch and match each underwear to her crotch … and I was cackling like a mad fuck on the 3rd floor balcony by myself.
I continued to laugh myself stupid while ogling on the 2 girls doing their meticulous pick … until I realized that I was being “watched” myself. It was a middle aged housewife who stood exactly opposite of where I was standing on the same floor. There’s this disdainful look on her face as I looked back at her … apparently, she had been noticing me all these while.
Needless to say, she must thinking that I’m some sort of sick pervert that scopes at chicks to satisfy my lust of sorts … Well, I don’t blame her for that, for if I’m in her situation (eg. saw some housewife peeping a guy grabbing a box of underwear while giggling herself stupid), I probably would have punched her in the face and spit at her.
I continued to ogle at those girls … totally ignoring the old bitch’s second opinion about me.