The Mall (da..da...dum)!

I'm not a shopaholic. I hate buying clothes for myself or anyone else. If I can't find it at Target or Walmart, I will find it online. I don't really venture outside of West Jordan, if I can help it. I guess I'm not the typical (if there is a typical) girl. I HATE SHOPPING unless it's shoes! Well, I have a good friend, who is also my lifting partner. She is obsessed with any kind of comic character...her fav being Batman. My husband really wanted a Ramones t-shirt. There is a store at the mall called...Hot Topic. Why do I know this? Well, I've been there a time or two for a couple of t-shirts that I pretty much wear only at home....or to Shawn concert..lol. I needed to get my friend a t-shirt for Christmas (yes, I'm late) and I wanted to get Dan a Ramones shirt for Christmas (yes, I'm late, cause he broke the rules, NO EXCHANGING GIFTS FOR CHRISTMAS). So, I pile all 4 kiddo's into the van and make my way across the stinkin valley to Fashion Place Mall. The word fashion alone scares me and causes massive anxiety. We get to the mall only to find every parking spot taken, I kid you not! Even the kids are commenting on the fact that it is very busy. So we park out in Nevada and make our way through the parking lot into the mall. Anxiety is gripping my soul at this point, as kids are hanging on for dear life to my hoodie, hands and purse (not enough hands for 4 kids). We push our way through crowds and walk clear across the dang mall to the lovely Hot Topic. In the background is serious screaming matched with some pretty cool guitar and drums (why can't the singing match the other talent?). Abby, Rachel and especially Joe are terrified of this place. Joe starts crying and wants to be held and Abby is telling me that this is Satans store (hahaha) and we need to leave. I search and search for a cool Batman shirt but can only find tiny suction cup t-shirts made for girls with perfect figures, of course none of those girls wear those shirts...haha...and finally find a cool action figure comic shirt and then go in search of a Ramones t-shirt. They only carry them in size small...dang it, gonna have to get the Ramones shirt online. So we make our way to the register and wait in the mile long line with some seriously scary folkes with their mothers. We finish our purchase and run out of there...my train in tow. The kids beg me to never take them back there again. I agree.