On Wednesday both Jason and I had the day off. So we went shopping. For socks.
I know. Could we BE more exciting?
Anyway. At some point I had to use the restroom and was very excited that the Mall restroom had one of those cyclonic hand-dryers. You know, the ones that blow the absolute crap out of your hands, so you don't have to use a paper towel to dry them off after you are done, thereby negating any positive effect you had on the environment like the normal hand dryers do?
So while I was peeing, I heard someone's cell phone ring and of course the person answers it while SHE was peeing, and then told the caller that she was peeing, because she was just that classy.
She and I both got done peeing at the same time, apparently, and we were both at the sink. I was washing my hands and she was fixing her hair. I dried my hands with the cyclonic dryer which is REALLY freaking loud.
And that? Really pissed off Tits McGee with the cell phone.
She gave me this LOOK.
You know what I'm talking about. Like, "OH MY GOD HOW DARE YOU INTERUPT MY CELL PHONE CALL WITH YOUR HAND SANITATION RITUAL!"
When the dryer stopped running, she rolled her eyes and said to her caller, "ANYWAY!"
And you know what else? She didn't wash her hands. Clearly it would have interfered with her excuriatingly important cell phone call about boys and stickers and jellybeans and unicorns and...I don't know, David Cassidy or something.
I hate the mall. All the nasty people are there.