If you want to know what hell is like, visit the South Shore Plaza a few days before Christmas. Parking is a nightmare. Cars stalking mall-leavers. People screaming from car windows. Some nice man tried directing me to the parking spot that he was about to leave and some nutty lady with a perm rolled down her window and screamed, "I was here first, a**hole!" Three cars (including me) had to back into the flow of moving traffic so she could back up enough to get into his spot. Unbelievable. And that was just the parking lot.
Once inside, I quickly noticed that size 4T was sold out of every store. How is this possible? It took combing 6 stores to find a suitable sweater vest for my son for Christmas Eve. Sweater vests are so lame, but I tried a blazer last year and my little guy looked 70. What's a mommy to do?
Will someone please explain to me what is up with old women and line-cutting? It's so damn rude. I realize you're small, but you're not invisible. It is downright mean to step in front of a sweaty mother wearing dirty velour sweats trying to balance 16 bags and pay for a sweater vest. Sweet-talking me with your little old lady voice and trying to share your Macy's coupon does not make it any better. You're a cutter. Own it, jerk face.
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