I am thankful for being short. It allows me to hide amongst rows of shirts and shoes as the terrifying stalkerish store attendants (is that what you call them?) attempt to give me very unwanted help. In Zumies, that is. Not that I needed to hide, I'm over that. Though I did find myself restraining from slipping a package of silly putty, and struggling to move my feet towards checkout on multiple occasions, I did it.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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