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Mall Trip From Hell
Feb. 3rd, 2008 10:09 amIt is no secret that I hate the mall. It just seems like we are there All The Time. But last night was probably the worst mall trip ever.
Around 5pm, Jen decided that we should go to the mall so she could get a cheap haircut. Fine, fine. So we pack up the Punk and head down to the mall. She'd already had milk and I figured I could go to Target and get her a jar of baby food and give her "dinner" in her stroller while Jen was getting a haircut. No biggee.
So she goes to the first mall haircut place (the nicer place) and there is a 45 minute wait. We decide that's too long for Punk so Jen heads down to the second place while I go to Target to get some baby food and some wipes. We find her down by the haircut place still waiting so I take her to a bench and start feeding her. I got peas because what can I say, the kid loves peas and I figure it's best to go with something she likes for a "stroller meal." I don't normally feed my kid in a stroller. Heck, she's not usually IN a stroller.
So we're doing peas and Punk is Very Enthusiastic About The Peas and so there are peas on her hands, her face, the stroller toy, the sides of the stroller, and the tray of the stroller because oh yes, my child likes to gnaw on the stroller tray. And before Jen is out of the haircut there are peas on her pants and shirt, too. And my shirt. Aaah, peas. Everything smells like canned peas.
Jen comes out of her haircut and I go to open the wipes to clean up the peas and... the wipes are already open! Some douchebag opened the wipes (pulled the seal strip off) and took some wipes out and LEFT THE WIPES ON THE SHELF. Grrrr. These are like $1 cheapo Target wipes, too. Pay the frickin' dollar! So whatever, I start cleaning up all the peas and Jen is just about to get rid of the container and something hard hits me on the back of the head. WTF? We look all over the place for the turds doing it (and for the projectile) and find that some turds hit me on the head with a Sour Patch Kid. Thankfully they didn't hit Punk or I would have gone to the second level and pummeled them. Jen says, "They are throwing more, we should go," so I start to get up and see something on the floor that looks like the ruby necklace I got Jen for her birthday. And it is. I pick it up, and Jen reaches for the chain and sees that the cheapo haircut person cut the chain with the clippers. She says, "What do I do?" and I say, "Go back there!"
So she goes and apparently the person who cut her hair has a lot of attitude and is all, "I didn't do that, it just broke," (seamlessly, and it's brand new) and finally starts pulling $1 bills out of her thing and is griping loudly, "I'll just take a loss, I'll just take it out of my tips," and they throw $20 at Jen in a huff. I told her not to take it and instead to speak to a manager. So we wait for the manager to finish cutting this old woman's bright orange hair. Aaah, Holyoke.
The manager starts talking to Jen and for whatever reason I decide to go all Judge Judy on her ass (although I didn't call her "madam") and at the end, she says to find out how much it costs to repair and give her the bill. This took for-ev-er. So we go up to the jewelry store where I got the necklace and they say it will be $20 to solder the chain together, and they don't sell the replacement chains because it is just the starter chain that comes with the necklace. Although they were very nice and were looking for an extra chain somewhere to give us for free. Then I remembered that I actually got the jewelry protection plan on the thing (which I never do) so the repair was free anyway. And they finally found a spare chain and gave it to us, so we left.
We left without dinner, and without stopping at BRU to look for a car seat toy for Punk because she is moving into her Big Girl Car Seat and won't have her dangly bugs anymore. (Sad.) So we went to the mall for nothing but a cheap haircut full of attitude. And to get hit with candy from the second level.
And you wonder why I hate the mall?
I did get a new battery for my laptop. I love you, Apple store!
Around 5pm, Jen decided that we should go to the mall so she could get a cheap haircut. Fine, fine. So we pack up the Punk and head down to the mall. She'd already had milk and I figured I could go to Target and get her a jar of baby food and give her "dinner" in her stroller while Jen was getting a haircut. No biggee.
So she goes to the first mall haircut place (the nicer place) and there is a 45 minute wait. We decide that's too long for Punk so Jen heads down to the second place while I go to Target to get some baby food and some wipes. We find her down by the haircut place still waiting so I take her to a bench and start feeding her. I got peas because what can I say, the kid loves peas and I figure it's best to go with something she likes for a "stroller meal." I don't normally feed my kid in a stroller. Heck, she's not usually IN a stroller.
So we're doing peas and Punk is Very Enthusiastic About The Peas and so there are peas on her hands, her face, the stroller toy, the sides of the stroller, and the tray of the stroller because oh yes, my child likes to gnaw on the stroller tray. And before Jen is out of the haircut there are peas on her pants and shirt, too. And my shirt. Aaah, peas. Everything smells like canned peas.
Jen comes out of her haircut and I go to open the wipes to clean up the peas and... the wipes are already open! Some douchebag opened the wipes (pulled the seal strip off) and took some wipes out and LEFT THE WIPES ON THE SHELF. Grrrr. These are like $1 cheapo Target wipes, too. Pay the frickin' dollar! So whatever, I start cleaning up all the peas and Jen is just about to get rid of the container and something hard hits me on the back of the head. WTF? We look all over the place for the turds doing it (and for the projectile) and find that some turds hit me on the head with a Sour Patch Kid. Thankfully they didn't hit Punk or I would have gone to the second level and pummeled them. Jen says, "They are throwing more, we should go," so I start to get up and see something on the floor that looks like the ruby necklace I got Jen for her birthday. And it is. I pick it up, and Jen reaches for the chain and sees that the cheapo haircut person cut the chain with the clippers. She says, "What do I do?" and I say, "Go back there!"
So she goes and apparently the person who cut her hair has a lot of attitude and is all, "I didn't do that, it just broke," (seamlessly, and it's brand new) and finally starts pulling $1 bills out of her thing and is griping loudly, "I'll just take a loss, I'll just take it out of my tips," and they throw $20 at Jen in a huff. I told her not to take it and instead to speak to a manager. So we wait for the manager to finish cutting this old woman's bright orange hair. Aaah, Holyoke.
The manager starts talking to Jen and for whatever reason I decide to go all Judge Judy on her ass (although I didn't call her "madam") and at the end, she says to find out how much it costs to repair and give her the bill. This took for-ev-er. So we go up to the jewelry store where I got the necklace and they say it will be $20 to solder the chain together, and they don't sell the replacement chains because it is just the starter chain that comes with the necklace. Although they were very nice and were looking for an extra chain somewhere to give us for free. Then I remembered that I actually got the jewelry protection plan on the thing (which I never do) so the repair was free anyway. And they finally found a spare chain and gave it to us, so we left.
We left without dinner, and without stopping at BRU to look for a car seat toy for Punk because she is moving into her Big Girl Car Seat and won't have her dangly bugs anymore. (Sad.) So we went to the mall for nothing but a cheap haircut full of attitude. And to get hit with candy from the second level.
And you wonder why I hate the mall?
I did get a new battery for my laptop. I love you, Apple store!
