Black Friday's approaching.

This, of course, means nothing to me as I will be sleeping while millions of poor saps around the nation will be trampling each other to snatch up the biggest and best deals stores have to offer.

You can have your thrill of the hunt. I'd rather catch a few more winks, myself.

I was asked today who on my list is the hardest to shop for. I'd have to say any women. Any woman on my list.

I don't like malls. I feel uncomfortable in them (much like a tuxedo). To me, a mall is almost a completely different society than what I'm used to. The people are different, the code of behavior is different and I just don't feel I fit in. It may be the way I dress, the way I talk or just the way I am, but something about being in a mall just tells me I don't belong there.

Now let's take an already awkward situation and triple it with these facts:
1. I am shopping in a woman's store/section.
2. I am buying woman-y things.
3. Do I just not get enough of the heebie-jeebies from those department store clerks? Or the kiosk salespeople?

Oh, additional funny story.

I was in the mall today picking up a few job applications (I'm looking for a simple change of pace from the restaurant scene) and this guy from some kiosk who was selling spa treatment stuff (you know, manicures and the like...I don't know) stopped me and tried to sell me some manicure kit. It like cleans your cuticles or something.

I can hear my female readers laughing from here.

I humored him because that's just what I do. I find it difficult to just walk away from someone, no matter how uncomfortable they make me. To make a long story short, I came home with a few applications and a shiny left thumbnail.

Yes. I'm not sure how long that's going to last....

I don't like malls.

-Adam