When I was exiting the mall, a woman with shopping bags in hand was entering the mall.  I had the impression that she was either going to return or exchange these items.  When coming in through a set of double doors, the bags got caught between them and the woman backed up a little and got them unstuck before she continued onward into the mall.  She had a slightly pained look on her face when this happened.  I felt bad for her and I wanted to reach out to her and say "shop online, shop online and you will never again get your bags stuck in a doorway; life will be grand; you will realize your dreams."  Thankfully, common sense prevailed and I headed off for my car.

Ah the ride home from the mall.  What could be grander than backed up traffic?  A shopper's dream, yes?  I've missed it so Auntie Em; I really have.  My favorite part occurred at the traffic lights on the way home.  Picture this if you will (and imagine Rod Serling saying this), two lanes in the northbound side of a road.  At the end of this road is a set of traffic lights.  An additional right turn access lane is near the set of lights.  Traffic that is turning right, can use this access lane and not have to sit through a red light.  Imagine further, a car in front of you.  Not just an ordinary car.  A car that is blocking your entrance to this access lane.  Entrance to this access lane could be yours if only this car would move up another six inches.  The distance between this car and the one in front of it is a good ten feet.  Behind you, is a line of thirty cars, all with their right-turn blinkers blinking.  Welcome.  You have entered the Dirt World Zone.  Get me out of here. Aaaaaaaaaaah.

By the way, I reported something in error in the May 23 diary entry.  I thought the remainder of Amy's eToys order had arrived.  It did not arrive yesterday.  The box that Amy brought into the house was a lamp shade that Amy's mom (the MIL) had sent us.  Sorry about that chief (would you believe....? -- if you have never seen the television show Get Smart, then ignore this drivel).