Sunday, July 27, 2008

Foolish Games

On Saturday I have nothing better to do than to go to The Mall and waste some time. So Inside _____ Department Store, I pretend to admire the merchandise just to appease the eager salespeople watching my every move. I fall in love with a Burberry tie. But at 160 USD, it's pretty clear that the relationship could never work. As I walk away, I get approached by a gorgeous sales representative dressed in a dark suit and red tie. He was... a mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair. He was... fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care. Forgetting all about the tie, I fell in love with him. But I think he was just using me to further his career (think, Borrowed Hearts). No, I don't believe a 75 USD Polo Ralph Lauren oxford is a "steal." He claims that I don't love him anymore and I never buy the things he wants me to buy for myself. But I say, maybe I'm not ready to be committed to that shirt after only knowing it for five minutes. I've only just started shopping and there are so many other shirts to try on. And besides, I have that exact same one already. Please leave me be sales representative, this relationship could never work.

As I leave empty handed, I remember why I hate going to the mall. But I'm sure that by next week, I will forget all about this bad experience and want to go right back again.


Figure 1: And this was what he was wearing underneath, I'm sure.

7 comments:

David said...

scandalous!

Shane said...

Oh how nice, from where I'm from, sales assistants do not approach you unless you look rich. I have the same Lacoste shirt in 6 different colours - I feel your pain :)

Hish said...

Lol, your writing style is slowly becoming more like London Preppy's.

j said...

hish: i dont know what's wrong with me. it's probably all part of my obsession with LP. i really have to make a conscious effort to control myself.

steevo said...

shocking!

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SGfNYC said...

Glad to note that you have not become like L Preppy who as a writer should clean your shoes.