I got ready in record time and was surprised to see that my mother was ready too. We headed out for what I thought was going to be a hell-on-earth day. We arrived at Stoneridge Mall and entered through Macy's. My mother assumed she knew where the shoe section was, and wouldn't listen to me when I said "it's on the first floor" so... I left her, and as I predicted she followed me.
When we got downstairs we searched for shoes and only found one pair that I actually liked, unfortunately they didn't have my big ass foot size (10) so I was forced to help my mother look for sunglasses. She settled for a pair of $198.00 coach sunglasses that she couldn't get that day due to the ridiculous sale that has you pick up items on a different day in order to impress the new owners of Macy's (Bloomingdale's).
I listened to her complain about how she wanted to wear her sunglasses right away. I grew bored and started searching for a new bag, I found a beautiful Kathy Van Zeeland bag which screamed professional, which really made me want it more. My mother kept yelling "it's just not you, go for that shiny one". I hate shiny bags. Cheap looks is not for me.
After my mother said she was hungry, so we went to Starbucks. She asked me to find a seat and I found one next to a woman who immediately talked me. She talked about how if her children didn't go to college she would kill them, and how we need more women in the senate and house of reps and eventually a woman president, then she asked me to run for the presidency. At first I was mildly horrified to have this woman screaming and going crazy about woman's rights, I found myself mimicking her crazy expressions and had to stop myself. Then I became flattered when she said I was brilliant and had the look of determination in my eyes. She talked to us for 30 minutes then finally took off.
On the car ride home I thought about all the people rooting for me and realized that I shouldn't have to be pleasing those people. Its me that I need to make happy before others. I listened to my mother ramble on about something then she handed me a list of chores she wanted to do for the next day...Welcome to the good life.
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