Life From A Rose

Ok ok. Not everyone is psychotic...just some people. And they all happen to flock to the mall. Let me tell ya, some people are a little too high on the psychosis scale. Every time I work I have the privilege to meet...very interesting, special people. I see young middle schoolers who think they are hot stuff. In reality the majority of them are posers but ya know, I'm sure they have someone who loves them. Oh...that's another thing. Love. Couples. Can't stand them. I'm telling you they are EVERYWHERE! Working at a baby store and everything, I get to see these love birds often. Next you have the creepy 20 year olds who ask you where they bathroom is when you know they know where it is. Then you see them keep walking past you, back and fourth, in 5 minute increments, finally deciding to act "mature" and tap you on the shoulder and run away. Then there are the creepy big men who have potty mouths. Come on! Control yourself when you are passing by a baby kiosk, a baby clothing store, and the Disney store! Then you have the lovely kiosk next to you that often plays rated R movies. Once again, realize where your location is in the mall, please.
Then every once and a while you see the poor little lost children who can't find their parents. They start crying and walking around like a lost sheep saying "...Momma.....?.....Dada...?" Then you help them find their parents and you get to witness this sweet reunion and then you hear the parent scold the child and say "Don't ever do that again!"

And this is just the beginning.

But I don't want to depress you and make you hate the mall because the mall really is a nice place. Lot's of sales, nice stores, good food....employee discounts... But I would just like to share this story with you: The other day at work I was closing up when this old man walks by, stops, and here is our conversation:
Man: Is this the place where they sell those flowers?
Me: Yes
Man: (Pointing to my headband) You are wearing one. You are like a flower. People are like flowers. Blossoming. (Then he goes on to talk about how people are like flowers)
Man: I like your wristband (You know, the one Sarah Jensen made me that I always wear?). It's very native, like my people.
Me: Thank you.
Man: You know it's a symbol of a strong, powerful woman.
Me: Oh...
Man: I could say many other things about you. But I won't go into that. But I know...I know that you will have a wonderful life. You will go far. I know it.
Me: Oh, thank you.
Man: You know, you will one day have a child right?
Me: (Awkward) Uh...
Man: Well when you do. You....you will look up to the sun. And sun will give you a name for your first born. I have feeling...I know....it will be a boy! By the way, my name is Richard (shakes my hand). Anyway, you have a great, great life. Goodbye.

And this is just one of many stories.

I think it's time for a new, normal job.