The one thing I hate more than spending over forty-five minutes at the mall are those vendors that are in the middle walkway. "Would you like me to put some lotion on for you?" she'll say. Or, "Do you want to try some almonds?" And my favorite, "Yo bro, what kind of cell phone you got on?" Let me ignore the obvious grammatical mistakes that are ruining the youth of today and say that these guys get to me. The guys with gel-spiked hair and far too much Red Bull. Just the other day one of them caught me off guard and when I relented and showed him my phone you'd have thought I pulled out my Zack Morris on him (that's what she said). His eyes got big and a smirk grew on his face. And what was the brilliant, genius, charismatic sales pitch that he gave me..."Oh man, does that thing even have a CAMERA on it bro? What's that about?"
No, it does not...and stop ending your sentences with prepositions...bro.
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I HATE THAT TOO. I feel like this is a fairly recent phenomenon and its another reason I hate malls. I know it's a weird comparison but I imagine the way I feel about those people is how celebs feel about paparazzi.
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