I was prom-shopping on Tuesday. I went to the mall to look for shoes and a bag. I get no respect from the salespeople. It sucks looking like a ten year old. Well, maybe it doesn't if you're ten...or eleven...or less...but I'm seventeen. I have a young face, I'm under five feet tall, and (usually) I don't wear makeup. It's just wrong to see a ten year old wearing makeup.
        Anyway, back on the subject. I go into Macy's. I see shoes. I see the perfect shoe. I see that the shoe isn't perfect because it is a half a size too small. I send salesman guy to go find the right size. I wait. Salesman guy does not come back. I forget what salesman guy looks like. I find another salesman to find the mate to another shoe I find on the floor display. Turns out to be the same salesman guy. Salesman guy goes back. Salesman guy never comes back. Salesman guy leaves stockroom sans shoe. I give rude salesman guy dirty looks. I finally approach the manager, send him after the shoe, and smile tolerantly when he apologizes for my having to wait so long.
        Forgive my incoherence. I am tired.
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