The clouds are moving awfully fast today. Yesterday I was awaiting two of my friends as they relieved themselves at the mall and, being as tired as I was, I put my head down on my backpack to rest my neck and eyes. A few moments later I was disturbed by a mall security officer asking "You ok, mate?"
I say, "Yes, yes, fine, I'm just waiting for some friends who went to the bathroom,"
I notice behind him is an older woman holding some sort of strong box and looking at me with slightly worried eyes. I ask, "Do I need to move?" for the stores had been closing up their entrances (at 6pm no less! I am not used to this kind of early closing) but, "No, no," he says and leaves me be.
Let me give you a picture. I was wearing my duster and jeans. I have rather long hair which, I admit, is generally unkempt but not disturbingly so. I wash it and part it in the middle; no combing or product or anything like that, just natural. I had with me my backpack, the backpack of my friend (a girl's small backpack this is), three or so bags with shirts (that they had bought earlier), and a jacket I think. Oh, and a purse.
Would you not think I was a tired male who had to spend the day shopping with, if not many, girls at least a girl causing overall lack of energy, hence the head being down and the restful additude? Why then was I in need of assitance?
On a nicer note, I have to admit the first thing I thought after being brought back to reality was that this was an insanely curteous and kind thing to do, so don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to say, "Bah, that's so annoying, what's wrong with British people, sheesh," it wasn't annoying at all, just rather odd. My question is what in the world gave the impression I was downtrodden?
Well, anyway, it took me by suprise, regardless. Where in America will security officers ask if you are doing ok? Unless they expect that you have a bomb or if you've been jumping up onto tables and screaming things like, "I am an owl! I live in the Tower of Flints!!"
Oh, speaking of odd things to say at random, if you're reading this and you live in England then go find a bottle of "Innocent" fruit smoothie stuff, anything from that label will do, and then read whatever is on the bottle or box or whatever it is that you managed to procure. It's the squibnocket of fruit drinks.
Oh, that was off topic...
Wait...topic?
*edit*
I managed to find the website for the aforementioned fruit drinks and so here you are: Innocent Drinks
2 comments:
It is a PURSE! A mini-backpack Purse!
Bah, you mean a hybrid backpack-purse. A burse? A pursepack? A prack? Hmm...I can't think of a name that isn't as awkward.
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