mall rat tribute

Go on press play, and read. Listen to Eye of The Tiger, Rocky Tribute edition, and you will feel my true love for the mall......The mall and I are not friends. We do not go together. Two very different personalities. I am patient, but I am not patient enough to deal with road rage in the carpark, lining up to pay for things, dealing with shop assistants that clearly don't want to be there, and I am far from attempting the mall with little people in tow.

I look up to those who can rock the mall on a thursday night; mall rats. They hang out in groups. All dressed up and no where else to go. I was never one. Couldn't do it. I was the movies or backyard parties girl, or I would just stay home with my family.

Over the weekend I braved the mall, and became a mall rat. For a very short period of time. I wanted one simple thing, and I had to go to the mall to get it. It was raining, and I had no little people. I sucked it up, and drove up the ramp to the carpark. First thing I said was the F word. It was busy. Really busy. I was going to drive down the first ramp to exit, when a lady unlocked her car. I was in. I had a park as soon as I had entered the carpark. Honestly there were that many cars in front of me, I was lucky. Lucky enough to buy a lottery ticket, which for some reason I didn't. Now that is silly, as I could of been writing a more interesting blog post today.

I sucked in that much air, put my headphones on, pressed play to my rockin' music, went to the shop I needed to go to, and I got the hell out of there.

You can tell a mall lover, (that is sarcastic), as they have their headphones on, and no blinkers.

Do you rock it? Or are you like me, and go twice a year, if you have to.

{I bought new skins, compression tights, to run in. My version of the mall rat moment. If I did not need them at that moment, I would of bought them online. Online shopping is the bomb. There are no rats online}.