Thursday, Nov. 14, 2002 - 10:07 A.M.
Another Thursday ushers in another boring day at the office. Lee called me a short while ago from Carnaby Street where he is hanging out with his friend Matt who is visiting for the afternoon. I want to be hanging out on Carnaby Street! Truth be told, most anywhere would beat this damn boring place. *Grrrrr*
On Sunday afternoon Nancy and I went to the mall together for a bit of retail therapy. While there, I purchased some sparkly knickers (used only because I HATE the word "panties") at Victoria's Secret. We exited the mall via the elevator to the carpark. As we boarded said elevator we found that we were in the company of a father and his 5 sprogs.
As soon as we got on, he began making random comments. I believe the first thing he said was, "Starbucks. I should have got myself some of that. Drug of choice, you know." He also muttered something under his breath about wanting "to get the hell out of [there]" while his kids were noisy and kiddle-like. As we were about get off the elevator, he looked at my Vickie's bag, eyed Nan and I up and down, and said "Victoria's Secret . . . Mmmmmmmmmm." It's important to note that he made said comment in the most lecherous manner possible.
Nancy and I ran out of the elevator and were dying. It was just so fucking gross! The guy had his little kids with him for Christ's sake. EWEWEWEWEWEWEW! Dirty old man! I honestly think that situation could only be beat in the "Gross and Innapropriate Things Uttered by Old Men" contest by the time a regular customer at my parents' restaurant asked me if I wanted to make a porno. Yeah, I know.
