~Monday, Labor Day~ I ate too much at a lunch-time cookout, and then slept like a slug late in the afternoon for two hours. By the time I got up, it was too late to get to my gym before it closed, it being on holiday hours today, closing at 7:00.
To that end, I did something I never do more than once a year. I went to the mall. And I only went there, because it was storming like crazy—precluding a walk around my neighborhood—and I wanted an out-of-the-humidity, air-conditioned place to meet my 30-minute daily walk commitment.
I ended up walking around Crabtree Valley Mall for an hour. At one point, I passed a store that immediately put my olfactory organs on high-alert, and I thought, “Oh my god. I could never work in that place. The smell alone would do me in.”
On my next lap, whenever I passed by the entrance to a place that assaulted my nostrils, I snapped a picture of the store to place in my never-fill-out-a-job-application-for-this-store file:
but these cakes of crap were piled high and deep in the window.
