Before I attempt to grocery-shop, I've determined that it's in my best interest to feed my toddler. Otherwise, he is given over to the devilish way of stealing fruit with hungry restlessness. I usually buy him a sandwich in the little restaurant situated right inside the door of the front lobby, and I enjoy sitting at the same table each time. A window seat. Only the window seat doesn't allow one to observe the outdoors--instead, it's a front row seat to watch the looks on peoples' faces when they set off the walk-through alarm. If you really want to experience the gamut of human nature, examine the faces of people who are suddenly feeling accused, with or without merit.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Window seat.
Imparted by Southern Girl at 1:11 PM
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