Telling Time 3

Maybe it's just what the radio keeps telling me is "low-T", but I can remember times with girlfriends when I couldn't wait to go shopping on the off chance that I'd get to go into a Victoria's Secret with them. Today I go into these places with my wife, and the perfume, the emaciated models that look like teenagers, the thumping music... It's all so false, and its only goal is to sell me something. I just have to wait outside. I'd rather hit the cookie stand, or wait in the parking lot and watch the distant lightning.