Hell Is A Place Called Hollywood

Mark and I made our required visit to the Bass Pro Shop, Concord Mills Mall and Razzoo’s tonight after school.

We shopped BPS first. Mark had a list of things to get and wanted to get. He found the first thing on the list, but it turned out not be any cheaper than Wallyworld, so it wasn’t worth spending for here and lugging back to Aiken. The second item on his list was a certain kind of fishing rod for his father, last trip he lucked onto the lure his dad wanted right away, but this time we had to look at 98% of the 68.7 million different rods for sale there before realizing the best buy was a rod/reel combo. And that was even after tossing out the POS reel… So he wouldn’t have to tote a fishing rod around the mile long loop of the mall we delayed buying anything here until we finished shopping.

To pay Mark back for making me walk all around the Bass Pro Shop looking up at all those fishing rods that I didn’t have a clue about what I was really looking for, I made him watch me try and buy a pair of sneakers. He now knows why Donna hates to shop with me. We went into nearly every one of the dozen shoe places in the Concord Mills Mall where the process went anywhere from a quick pass through to me trying on 4 pairs of shoes (sometimes a left and a right from 2 different pairs) and then leaving. Halfway around we ducked into Frye’s where we shopped for DVDs and Xbox games for Mark’s son. He found a cheap game and a copy of Three Kings and I picked up the classic Test Tube Babies. I found a pair I liked in my size on sale in literally the last place we could have looked in. We then when back into the Bass Pro Shop where mark picked up the stuff he needed and we drove the 1/2 mile across the parking lot to dinner.

After our shopping excess we decided to eat that way too. We had some Rat Toes and Fried Pickle Puckers before we even got around to ordering a main course. We each drank about a liter of ice cold Coke to soothe the raging fires burning in the taste bud forests of our tongues. Mark liked the menu so well he asked our waitress if he could buy one, she just said keep that one. Next time you see him ask him about his escape from the restaurant with his prize. We both did buy legitimate souvenirs too, genuine Razzoo’s Brand T-shirts, ostensibly for our wives, but by coincidence they just happen to be in our sizes. 🙂