Valentine's Eve

So yesterday my mom and I got a crazy idea in our heads. We went to the mall for some mother/daughter time the day before Valentine's Day. I know, what were we thinking?! And of all the stores there, we picked Hallmark to shop in. Why? Because there were the best discount and clearance sales on the cutest things you could imagine. We bought about one hundred dollars or more worth of stuff for thirty-two dollars. I bought a precious fairy statue and a fairy candle holder. The store was filled with husbands and boyfriends franticly trying to get their significant other something for Valentine's. I spent some of my time just watching them. It was quite amusing. One guy spent ages at the card rack clearly looking for something for a girlfriend. He had the teddy-bear holding a Russell Stover's box of chocolates under one arm. I heard him ask one of the clerks if there were any cards that did not have 'love' in them. I had to laugh. Here was a guy that was super paranoid about the L-word. I mumbled to my mom as sarcastically as possible, "Wow what a great boyfriend! Wish I had that one." The poor unsuspecting lady will probably open the card today and say how sweet and thoughtful the guy was, not even noticing the lack of the terrible l-o-v-e. In actuality, all the dope had to do was watch TV for an hour in order to see the Hallmark commercial advertising the bears and say 'hmm I think I'll get that since the lady on the TV seems to like it.'
After that we did something even dumber. We went to Wal-Mart. Yes I think we do have a death wish or at least get a thrill out of near death experiences. As usual the Valentine's section was the picture of mass chaos and devastation. One lady picked up a box of kids valentines and an entire container of boxes came crashing down. Every time she picked some up they came crashing down again. She finally gave up. While we were walking to a register some kid sitting in a basket pointed at us and said 'haha' in that annoying, you want to smack them voice. At the same time my mom mumbled creep, while I mumbled stupid kid. What I really wanted to do was go bend that grimy little finger back until he cried and say 'haha'. We still don't know why he found two women going to a register so funny. Really I'm not a kid hater, there's just some you want to kill. Give me a kid who knows what 'no' means and I'll love it. Sadly, there are so few.
In conclusion; shopping the day before Valentine's is dangerous and aggravating, but can provide you with much amusement.