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 still pouring out profusely, I was made to walk hundreds of miles worth of tormenting steps, while Emily was in a frenzy of clothes buying…
Ok, I made all that up, but it was about as close as how it felt like being dragged to a shopping madness by my wife. I’m not a religious person but I have always 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 at the brink of wanting to end my life by jumping off from the third floor in the mall… when I was distracted by 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 it looked as if they couldn’t decide if they wanted to buy any of them. They had a few side discussions while holding those bras… and at certain point of time, it got somewhat technical – stretching those brassieres pointing their boobs etc. I was kind of amused.
Then, as one of them twisted and grabbed those bras to check for quality defects, another one went towards the ‘bats’ section. *refer pic below for illustrative reference*
That girl took a particular liking to a few bats, took them off the shelf and matched them to her piece of farm. She was like, doing this in the open… without giving a damn if anyone was looking. I was wondering what exactly she wanted to know by stretching those lacy underwears… if it really matches her beaver? I don’t know, but if it were to be me, I would normally grab a box of underwear… quickly get the hell to the nearest pay counter, pay as fast as I could… and get the fuck out of there. I watched the girl stretching and matching each underwear she likes… and I was cackling like a mad fuck on the 3rd floor balcony by myself.
I continued to laugh myself stupid while ogling at the 2 girls doing their meticulous picks… until I realized that I was being ‘watched’ myself. It was a middle aged housewife who stood exactly opposite of where I was on the same floor. She was giving me this disdainful look, and I noticed that she had been checking me out all these while. From the way she looked at me, she must thinking that I was some sort of sick pervert peeking on some chicks trying out undergarments at the ground floor… I don’t blame her for that, for if I were to be in her situation (eg. saw some housewife peeping a guy grabbing a box of underwear while giggling herself stupid), I would have thought of her the same way.
But I continued to ogle at those girls … totally ignoring the old bitch’s second opinion about me.