Shopping is Scary!

• My mom guilting my dad into coming with us to sit outside and hold our coats... check.
  
  
• Nearly freezing to death... check.
  
  
• Trampled over by kind looking old ladies who wanted to get to the shop first (It wasn't even the shop we wanted to go to... good gods. *sigh*)... check.
  
  
• Incidentally, getting scared shitless of the post-Christmas sales... check.
  
  
• Nearly running out screaming upon the first sight of the full, really full shop... check.
  
  
• Managed to snag the last, very last piece of purple... all right plum coloured sweater (Yay, go me! I so bought that one. ^^)... check.
  
  
• Trying on some sinfully expensive silk gowns while my mom was trying on pullovers of the same bloody style in all the different colours for hours... check.
  
  
• Unintentionally flashing some old ladies the pentagram around my neck and scaring them shitless (It was just a small, one pointy end up pentagram for gods' sake! Why is it that for these things they never need glasses?)... check.
  
  
• Getting bored and finding two more different, low-cut black sweaters (And they even had some buttons on the front if I wanted to flash my boobies for anyone. *rolls eyes* Like I need to do that.)... check.
  
  
• Staring longingly at lace topped sheer stockings and then not buying them because I never liked the feel and don't wear any. (I'm also allergic to nylon. *sigh* And where would I wear them?)... check.
  
  
• Standing in line for more than half an hour... check.
  
  
• Freezing back to human sized ice cube on the way back... check.
  
  
• Looking disturbingly like a nun with my white turtleneck and one of the black pullovers... check.
  
  
• Being happy I only had to go to only one shop to find all my stuff... check.