The hardest part was walking across the street from the transit center to the mall. The driver's were backed up and crazy. They were not happy about waiting for pedestrians. I like to glare at them but only rarely give them the finger. It get's irritating to be treated like I'm not suppose to be there, like they are doing me a favor to not run over me.

Other than the driving I didn't see the madness and chaos that is always suppose to accompany holiday shopping. Maybe I don't shop at the right places. I did see people holding stuff and just looking at it like "will this work?" or "I can't remember if she likes this color" or "what tool was it that he needed?". They get this blank look like maybe they can figure it out through Zen or meditation.

I'm ready to take a few days off now and just veg.