Malls can be such noisy places. A couple of months ago, I was at a mall doing a little Christmas shopping. I suppose the place might be quieter now, but at the time it was busy. I don't generally like crowds, but when I'm browsing I like at least a few other people around. If there's no one else around, there's a better chance a sales clerk will interrupt my browsing by trying to be helpful. I don't need much help when I'm browsing, I'm pretty good at it all by myself.
That day, I was browsing. As is often the case, I forgot exactly what I was shopping for as soon as I entered the store. The crowds, the displays, the music...it all worked to disorient me. I began browsing, hoping that as I acclimated, I would remember why I was there. Slowly the clouds thinned. I was shopping for something for my wife. Something, but what?
I wandered around the store a bit longer, hoping to happen upon something that would spark my memory. As I walked, I was suddenly aware that my pants felt wrong. "Different" might be a better way of describing it. It was subtle, but something had definitely changed. My pants felt less secure. Perhaps my zipper was down, it kind of felt like that. I immediately turned my back to the crowds and took an intense interest in some plates displayed against a back wall. Before I could check my zipper, the sensation passed and I felt normal again. I checked anyway - the zipper was fine.
I left the store and started to make my way to another one. Before I could get there, the sensation returned. This bothered me enough that I decided to just go home instead. As I walked back to the car, things returned to normal once again. Before starting for home I decided to call my wife and let her know I was on my way. After failing to find my phone in my coat pocket, I remembered that I'd slipped it into my front pants pocket before entering the mall. I'd put it on vibrate since I knew I would never hear it inside. Oh, look at that, I missed two calls.
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