Comparatively speaking, I haven't been a functioning adult for very long. Yet, it seems to be long enough that I've begun noticing a pattern of certain... issues.
|Overstimulating, overspending, overload.|
|The descent begins.. into The Mall.|
|There's a reason why you don't break the rules of dating season.|
So to the mall you go..
And after cruising the parking lot perimeter for the eleventh damn time, it appears a space has finally become available.
|See it? There's an open spot just behind that white SUV!|
|Unobtrusive to a fault.|
The point is, any time you think there's an open parking space, there is also a 40% chance that a compact car is lurking between two SUV's. Waiting to crush your hopes and send you slinking back to the warm glow of eBay and Amazon.com
There is no cure, there is no prevention, there is only the grudging acceptance that the outside world is an irksome, silly place. And we should all stay inside, in our elastic-less sweatpants, getting drunk on rum, and making impulse purchases of light saber replicas.
|Just under $300!|