Back To School
It's about that time of the year again! Back to school! First, the wonderful interns slowly decrease in number and will be missed. The weather slowly gets cooler and cooler with each passing day. The sounds of marching band camp begin. And this year, the Olympics will be coming to a close. But back to school time means the most for retail.
Today, I personally witnessed the terrible experience that is back to school shopping. All I wanted to do was to have a peaceful walk around the mall and maybe pick some items up. But like most things in life, it didn't go the way I expected. I hit local traffic due to the mass amounts of people heading to the mall and shopping plazas. Then, I was hit by a rude awakening of how terrible Fort Wayne drivers are (thankfully no accidents).
The stores were crowded with people ranging from babies to senior citizens. But most the customers were students with their parents shopping for brand new clothes for the brand new school year (It should be Crayola crayons and Elmer's glue though). Of course kids can't wear the same clothes as the year past! (Oh the horror!) The mothers dreaded finding the right size and appropriate styles for the kids. The kids cringed with the thought of going to school with the clothes the mother have chosen. And many of the kids looked upset and annoyed by the selection (And not getting pumped-up kicks). Sometimes, you also have the father who doesn't have an opinion in the matter (money may be the only exception).
But for me, back to school shopping was just an obstacle in my day. I had to watch for out of control toddlers running around everywhere. My ears had to endure countless screams from babies, toddlers, and teenage girls; not to mention the unpleasant sounds of arguments of distraught kids with their parents. But worst of all, the lines are significantly longer meaning that I get to enjoy all the terrible things I mentioned previously for a longer period. Oh the joys of back to school shopping (I liked it as much as I did as a child/teenager myself).
At least Electra was as beautiful as I have ever seen her.