This speaks to how lame I’ve become since spawning a child. See also: I’m old.
Tonight I had to run an errand at the Mall of America.
I hate the Mall of America. That place gives me the panic sweats. Most malls do, but the instant I set foot in that joint I start sweating my ass off while my heart races. I avoid MOA at all costs.
Anyway, this isn’t about how I hate malls and especially the MOA. It’s about how I’m so old and lame that I was shocked — shocked I say — that the mall was open past 8:00.
Oh, you mean the rest of the world doesn’t stop the minute my ass hits the couch? Stores stay open for those people who don’t go brain dead after 7:30pm?
Huh. Remarkable stuff.
