Today at the mall
Went against better judgment in hopes that an inspiration for John would strike. The man is impossible to buy for, but every now and then, I get lucky. This year, no ideas.
Parked two blocks away on residential street to avoid the crazily crowded lots. Walked in and looked at mall directory. Five million stores. He likes Old Navy. Every other store but Old Navy. He likes books. Five million stores, but not one book store. He likes CDs. No music stores left, either. It’s a Kindle/MP3 world.
Wandered through mall. Walked into a couple of clothing stores to look at men’s shirts. Very specific taste — collared shirts, short sleeves, 100% cotton. Saw nothing like that. Left clothing stores.
Bought myself a 2012 calendar. Bad Kitties. Thought that was apropos.
Thirsty. Stopped at Food Court to get a soda. Stood in line 15 minutes for one freaking drink.
Went into Target, hoping music section might have some CDs. Nothing but rock and rap — no classical or jazz, his two favorites. Left Target.
Saw a mini-train chugging through the mall, shuttling small children. Looked at the side and saw it was named the “Red Caboose Express.” Stood there staring at it and giggling. People passing by looked at me funny.
Went into one more clothing store, but sensibilities were assaulted by over-loud Xmas music. Left store without looking.
Went into Things Remembered (personalized gifts) and considered a nice coffee mug. They couldn’t engrave it while I waited — I’d have to come back to the mall later in the week. Forget that. Left Things Remembered.
Figured this was hopeless and left the mall.
Drove home in traffic. Took a gulp of my soda at a red light and it went down the wrong way. Had to pull into a parking lot until I stopped wheezing.
Got home. Went online and ordered John a gift card on Amazon.com.
Probably what I should have done in the first @#$%ing place.