I hate the Hollister store in our mall. It scares me. Let me tell you why.
The hollister store in our mall scares the shit out of me. The outside of it looks like the entrance to a shack straight out of a Jimmy Buffet song. Plastic shackles and all. The "roof" is coated in Christmas lights year round. It looks like a hokey men's clothing store. Yet, the outside isn't the scariest thing about it;
You walk in the wide entrace and there are two wicker chairs. Why? I have no fucking clue. Noone ever sits in them, they just sit there. Then, you get to choose a door. Ooooh, a fun little game. You can go through the doorway that has some stupid synonym for girl, or one that has another synonym for boy, like 'Dude' or 'Stud'. So I walk through the 'Chick' doorway. The store is exceptionally dark, and loud music is playing. I feel like im entering some evil, haunted carnival. The second I walk in, 5 anarexic saleswomen swarm around me welcoming me and asking if I need help.
This is it. My heart starts beating fast. My blood is pumping. I feel lightheaded. Goddamnit, I can't take it anymore. I leave. A wave of relief comes over me after I walk quickly past those stupid chairs.
Out
-LC
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