Today, I went to laundromat. After I came back I went shoe shopping late in the day instead of earlier like I usually do. I wanted to get sandals to wear for my skirt-a-thon.

The reason why I went shopping late was to see what it was like. It had been a long time since I’ve left out to go shopping past 5pm. The last time I went shopping late was with my mother during the 90’s. I tried doing it on my own but had panic attacks because of the crowds. My brother suggested that I should do what he does, which is shop early in the day to avoid crowds. Ever since he told me this shopping hint I’ve made it a point to shop as early.

Today, more than ever solidifies the fact that it’s best that I shop early. I had panic attacks galore at the mall. It seemed as though all the aisles in the shoe stores were lined with a million women who had crying babies or children running spastically around the store.

The ride home seemed no better. It seemed as though a million rowdy teenagers were gathered on mass waiting for the bus. I felt lucky and privileged to be able to get a seat on the bus crowded with loud teenagers.

In the end I bough three pairs of sandals . One was a black slide, the other a black and tan slide, and a pair of beige flip flops. I mistakenly thought the flip flops were on sale. That’s OK. The only that matters is that I made it out of the mall alive!!