After the incredible excitement of seeing someone that may or may not have
been famous, we continued our walk through the city. Eventually we hit what
was more or less our intended destination, a mall of some sort.
There's not a lot of things more exciting than meandering around a mall
with a woman. Especially one that's intent on dragging you into all manner
of stores that sell womens clothes only. Super especially if it's a place
that seels frilly underthings, so that you get to feel like a degenerate for
being in there. "Hi. I'm with her *point*" was something I uttered a lot,
whenever I thought that someone thought I was some sort of women's underwear
wearing nutcase. (This is exactly the reason that female underthings should
only be sold on the internet).
But, I was unaware of what sort of excitement was in store for me. Riding down
the escalator after entering the mall, I marvelled at all the weird crap
that was hanging arond. Thinking this might be as good as it got, I took a
picture as soon as we got off the escalator.
