Working in a mall is not for the faint hearted.
I'm not talking about those who crumble under a customers angry glare or harsh words.
Nor am I referring to dealing with gaggles of pre-pubescent wonders on Friday night playing hide and go seek from store to store.
I'm talking of the more evil things...
The sweet, sweet offerings of all your favorite retailers...lurking just doors down from you.
The signs that tempt and taunt with messages of deep discounts.
The friends and family flyers readily distributed from store to store with discounts you cannot possibly resist.
The flatbeds of truck drivers loaded with boxes passing by all day...
Restocking them with what sort of wonders?
The most sinister part of it all....
Quiet time to wander through the mall....weaving in and out of store after store....the anticipation of a treasure just waiting to be found....is addicting.
Like the sweet siren's call these stores beckon.
Food will no longer satisfy the hunger that lies within.
You're a shopper and you are on the prowl.
Eating no longer matters.
You check your watch and plan your time and execute flawlessly.
As you walk into your favorite store you find this tank in the sale section:
And you know that this gorgeous cardigan with gold threading throughout would look amazing on top of that tank you saw.
You know you shouldn't pull the trigger.
But you MUST.HAVE.BOTH.PIECES.
To be worn together...
With my brown suede Coach boots...
Must be strong...
Must not succumb to temptation...
Must stop thinking about them EVERY DAY.