I work at the mall. That means I deal with a multitude of people on an average day. Frustrated mothers in a rush, women gushing to me about their fabulous new beau, old people who haven't been to the mall since 1942 and are shocked at our prices, loud teenagers who move everything around in the store, small children, and lots, and lots of window shoppers with no money. Last Thursday a group of kids ages 5ish-10ish walked in. I said hi, offered them some candy corn scented hand sanitizer, and she immediately stuck her finger in her mouth, thinking it was candy. The look on her face was hilarious. It was something along the lines of this:


Without the tears. That would have just been sad. But, not sad. Hilarious, yes. Another thing that happens a lot is people coming in to ask for directions. Now. The only time I am ever, ever outside of my store and out in the mall is when I'm searching for a drink. Or a snack. I don't go shopping. I walk past all of the stores, and go down to the overly priced pretzel place for a cup of $8.42 lemonade. It's fantastic lemonade. Not worth the $8.42 though. It might actually only be $2.48. Which is still too much money for lemonade. But really people. Do I look like a mall directory? No. I don't. This is what a mall directory looks like:

Look. That's a HUGE picture hahah. There's even smiley men standing next to it. Maybe they'll give you a tour of the mall. Because I sure will not. Unless you're going to pay me over minimum wage. Because that's what I'm getting to stand here and smile. And I'm pretty sure I'm getting wrinkles from all of the pretend smiling. So pay up.