work, work, work

So I've been working at the mall the past two days. I've come up with a short list of things I think about while working.

-Why is this 75 year old grandmother holding up a lace mesh thong? Oh dear... why is she now telling me she prefers thongs because she likes how the fabric (or lack thereof) lets her cheeks breathe...

-This is obviously West Virginia because I have mutual acquaintances with most of my coworkers (who I had never met)

-Wow, someone who has heard of W&L? Shocking.

-Do I really look just like a freshman in HIGH SCHOOL? Uh, thanks?

-Tester body sprays should be banned.

-I much prefer reorganizing the clothes and racks and putting things away to pestering people while they shop.

-Being surrounded by fitness apparel makes me feel utterly pathetic. It makes me want to go work out or something, a foreign sentiment.

Sadly, I have to work tomorrow at the same time as the World Cup final. I'm sure I'll have many more thoughts to share...