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August 17, 2005
Second Floor - Ladies Lingerie, Housewares, Snot-Nosed Brats
Do you remember the days of the department store elevator operator? You'd step into the elevator and a kindly uniformed man would wish you good day, push the button for your floor, and inform you of the goods on each floor as the elevator stopped. Remember?
Yeah, me either. Before my time. But today, I thought maybe I was getting a taste of yesteryear's gentility.
Clara "Discriminating Shopper" and I paid a visit to the mall today, in search of new shoes, since her feet are growing three inches a day. We entered the mall through the basement level of Dillards and went straight to the elevator. I only use this particular Dillards for its covered parking and elevator after a bad customer service incident. Anyway ...
When the elevator doors opened, we were faced with two young ruffins, around 9 or 10 years of age. Old enough to be unattended in public, but young enough to wreck absolute havock when someone is stupid enough to leave them unattended in public.
"Which floor, Ma'am?" the freckle-faced redhead half of the ruffian dou asked. "Top or medium?"
"Um, either. Medium. I mean, middle." I giggled nervously. "We just want to be out of the basement."
"Very well," the swarthy, gangly partner added, pressing the button for the medium middle floor. "Doing some shopping today?"
"Yes. Shoes. We're buying shoes." The elevator arrived at the floor. "Thanks," I said, pushing her stroller through the door.
As we walked away, the elevator door began to wheeze closed and I heard Young Master Elevator Elevator Operator call after us in a snarl, "Thanks for the tip!"
Posted by Robin at August 17, 2005 05:37 PM
Comments
Know what I love? Hoodlums.
We've got three living across the street and every afternoon at about 2 they bring all their hoodlum friends to sit in front of my house, make noise and throw trash in the bushes.
I fear for the future of our country, the sheer number of little craps is overwhelming.
Posted by: ivy at August 18, 2005 02:24 AM
damn punk kids! :)
Posted by: kara at August 18, 2005 12:26 PM
Your experience today is exactly why my, very responsible when properly supervised, 11 year old is not allowed in public with out proper supervision. Things tend to go downhill quickly when there are more than 1 or two pre-teen boys unsupervised.
Posted by: Betsey at August 18, 2005 02:05 PM
that is AWESOME! i don't remember such a time either. i do remember being terrified of the escalators for a number of years though. worried they would eat my feet.
xo
Posted by: jenB at August 18, 2005 04:46 PM
This reminds me...my own small boy will NEVER be this unattended with his buddies.
Posted by: Allison at August 18, 2005 05:04 PM
Dear God. I am old enough to remember elevator operators. But I was a child. Merely a child!
Posted by: DixiePeach at August 18, 2005 06:06 PM
Love the new look. This is the first time I've been here this week -- it looks great. My daughter misses the purple -- she's a purple freak. :)
I can't remember if I remember elevator operators or not. Isn't that totally sad?
Posted by: Katya at August 18, 2005 08:23 PM
