I went to Burlington Mall for lunch today, while there I mused upon a number of different topics. Here's what I was thinking about...
Parking:
A few years ago Burlington Mall insulted its patrons by offering valet parking. You might wonder how that was an insult, basically they roped off the best parking spaces in a huge section near the mall entrance, setting aside those for valet parking only. If you wanted to park near the entrance you had to pay and give some kid your keys to park your car. Which is freaking annoying considering (a) the spots they roped off were the best ones, (b) they were free of charge for years and suddenly you had to start paying for them, and (c) if your car is being parked for you, why the hell does it have to be near the entrance? Since somebody is going to go get it for you, they can park it far from the entrance.
This pissed me off royally, and appeared to simply be a scam to make more money, and to make the mall seem more "upscale" (read: snooty). So I refused to use the service and made do with parking far from the mall. It wasn't that I couldn't afford it, it was that I found it insulting. Most people I discussed it with seemed to feel the same way, so I figured it would wither on the vine and eventually be discontinued.
Just for kicks I decided to see if the parking spaces in front of the mall were open again. I was pleasantly surprised to see that they were. Good. About goddam time, too. You're just a MALL, Burlington Mall, not the Ritz Carlton.
Riding the Escalator:
Riding the escalator is weird. If you run up or down the escalator, it's a little disconcerting how fast you are actually moving since your speed is added to that of the stairs.
Riding an escalator is sort of like riding an elevator, but if you are going down you're looking over the head of the person in front of you, and if you're going up you're about eye-level with some portion of their backside.
Today I was unfortunately stuck behind a pretty young lady in tight jeans. It just worked out that I was eye-level with her fanny when I got on the escalator. Mixed blessings! Fun to look at but looking might offend, so I ended up feeling awkward, looking everywhere else and not at all enjoying my escalator ride.
Food Court:
Is it just me or has the Burlington Mall Food Court gone downhill? Maybe it's just that the Japanese place is gone. They had pretty good lunch there. The bourbon chicken at the Cajun place just isn't as good.
Oh brother here comes someone sticking a food sample in my face. I try to avoid them but they choose to ignore my body language (deliberately looking away, turning slightly away), and come right up to me anyway because they want me to buy from them. "No thank you."
I am preoccupied with a technical problem I am trying to solve at work and I so I have to repeat the questions they ask me at the cajun place. "What would you like?" "Hmmm what would I like?" "Do you want any sides with that?" "Hmmm do I want any sides with that?" "That's $5.20." "$5.20?" They probably thought I was on drugs or something.
Spencer's:
I took a quick glance in here to see if there was anything small I could grab for Patty as a surprise gift. I just don't understand how this shop manages to stay in business in so many malls. It's chock-full of potty-humor items and various sex-related items that most people I know wouldn't want to be caught dead buying.
Further, how can anyone with children in tow even walk in to the place? You can't walk 3 feet without seeing items prominently displayed that are innapropriate for kids. In convenience stores they make you put the kinky magazines behind the counter. At Spencer's the sex game with pictures of boobies and weiners is on prominent display.
As almost always, I leave Spencer's emptihanded. The only things I've ever bought (or considered buying) from Spencer's is lava lamps and statuettes of dragons. My kid likes both of those things too, but how do I get her in and out of Spencer's? Spencer's is fucked up.
Smokers:
When I left work to go to lunch, I walked past two women who were standing outside the office building next door chatting and smoking cigarettes. When I returned there were two different women standing in the same spot, also smoking cigarettes.
I worry about people who smoke. It is SO bad for you. I wonder how they get started. For the record I've never seen anything "cool" in smoking... and certainly nothing attractive. In fact, as a number of my male friends have agreed in the past, the moment a woman lights up, she drops wayyyyyyyy down the scale of attractiveness.
There's a reason nobody fantasizes about kissing an ashtray.
If you've ever looked at those on-line "match-making" sites, most of them include a "smoker/nonsmoker" checkbox. I dated a girl who smoked for awhile and I can appreciate why people need to get that out of the way first. "I smell bad, taste bad, leave dirty ashtrays everywhere, am a fire hazard, and I am prone to chronic illness. Seeking a similarly smelly, yucky, dirty, fiery, sick man for meaningful relationship."
It struck me as funny as I walked into work, that more than once during lunch my worries have centered around women with "hot butts".

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