The Hazards of Working Near The Mall

Surprisingly, there aren't many.  Here are two.

 

1. Traffic sucks.  I live about 20 minutes away from my place, but I can forget about going home for lunch.  Cars full of trophy wives, kids with no place to go, kids who should be in school, plus people who are actually driving to lunch are between me and the reasonable use of my car from 12-1pm. 

 

2. You might leave the mall with more than just a drink.  I typically stay out of mall stores unless I need something, and some days I am so cheap I do the circuit around the restaurants in the food court and end up with 10 free pieces of toothpick impaled chicken.  The real challenge however is the kiosks.  There are four kiosks strategically placed between the Starbuck's counter and the door closest to the entrance used by the Buckhead office people.  One kiosk is for hair extensions and is quickly ignored by the men.  Another is staffed by a man, and is just as quickly forgotten.  The last two are the dangerous ones.  The second in from the door is staffed by a petite twentysomething girl with a slight frame and a round ass that comes out of nowhere.  Everyday I see her trying to sell some contraption to steam clothes while they stare at her ass during the demonstration.  Of course, I notice this as I am staring at her ass as I walk by.

 

The kiosk closest to the door is for Dead Sea something or other.  This one is staffed by an exotic looking brunette, the kind I don't approach unless I am ready to close the deal right there.  After an overpriced bland Starbuck's sandwich and half a grande White Mocha coffee - I was ready to go back to the office and I was moving pretty quickly.  Until I checked out the SteamGirl again.  I don't like hitting on busy sales girls - it's hard to do, especially when they are tons of potential spending customers around.  But my eyes trying to crawl out of my skull slowed me down enough for the ExoticGirl from the Dead Sea kiosk to gingerly take my hand and walk me over to her booth. 

 

Unfortunately, I wasn't on my game - I just wanted to leave, but the combination of her good looks and the admittedly wonderful scents from the coconut crap she was slathering on my hands was hard to resist.  That is, until she gave a heroically valient effort to slide in a price point of $100 for everything she was demonstrating.  Nothing like dollar signs to wake me up.  I famously hit a home run on a first date with a cute college girl for the price of a small Frappuccino - there is no way I am spending a C-note just because ExoticGirl is cute and smells nice.  Even if she wants me to visit her and hug her because I will love it so much.

 

So I talked her down to $30... Hey the stuff actually works.