Thursday, March 30, 2006
Attack of the Mannequins!
Ok, before I go any further, I'll be honest with you.
I couldn't remember what those plastic people were called in shops.
Well... I almost could.I thought they were called 'manderines'. lol.
I almost put that on my title instead of mannequins... which would've probably confused a lot of you when you get to the main part of the story and would've also made you think about fruit.
In fact, that bit I've just written is probably more interesting than the story I was originally going to tell. Yet I shall continue!
******CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE JUST COMPLETED LESSON ONE IN 'HOW TO WRITE A BAD BLOG'*****
Anyway.
I went to the Mall today to try and complete one of my goals for the year.
No. No. Not the 'get out of debt' one. The 'buy new trainers' one.
Please Lord. Never put me in a retail job again
Unfortunately, I know what I like and none of the shops seemed to care. I tried on these Puma's and they proceeded to crush my feet. They also almost took off my thumb when I was putting them on. Poor, red thumb.
So that was unsuccessful. I did buy a couple of tops from River Island though. Tell you what, RI was doing really well this time. They had plenty of nice stuff. I tried Next and I was really let down. I'm usually a big fan of Next but not this season. I was also going to spend £45 on a top in USC but I thought about it and it turned to be a stupid idea! Nice top though... still tempted.
But one thing about RI scared me. It was stuffed full of Mannequins! I'd walk into a corner to check out what was on sale and a mannequin was watching me. I'd walk across the shop floor towards the shirts, and a mannequin was watching me. I'd walk into a cubical in the changing rooms... (ok, that's a lie)
They weren't messing about either. These mannequins were sat down; leaning against walls; stood up with hands in pockets. I kept on turning around thinking that someone was stood behind me, but it was a plastic man.
Go and see for yourselves!
I couldn't remember what those plastic people were called in shops.
Well... I almost could.I thought they were called 'manderines'. lol.
I almost put that on my title instead of mannequins... which would've probably confused a lot of you when you get to the main part of the story and would've also made you think about fruit.
In fact, that bit I've just written is probably more interesting than the story I was originally going to tell. Yet I shall continue!
******CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE JUST COMPLETED LESSON ONE IN 'HOW TO WRITE A BAD BLOG'*****
Anyway.
I went to the Mall today to try and complete one of my goals for the year.
No. No. Not the 'get out of debt' one. The 'buy new trainers' one.
Please Lord. Never put me in a retail job again
Unfortunately, I know what I like and none of the shops seemed to care. I tried on these Puma's and they proceeded to crush my feet. They also almost took off my thumb when I was putting them on. Poor, red thumb.
So that was unsuccessful. I did buy a couple of tops from River Island though. Tell you what, RI was doing really well this time. They had plenty of nice stuff. I tried Next and I was really let down. I'm usually a big fan of Next but not this season. I was also going to spend £45 on a top in USC but I thought about it and it turned to be a stupid idea! Nice top though... still tempted.
But one thing about RI scared me. It was stuffed full of Mannequins! I'd walk into a corner to check out what was on sale and a mannequin was watching me. I'd walk across the shop floor towards the shirts, and a mannequin was watching me. I'd walk into a cubical in the changing rooms... (ok, that's a lie)
They weren't messing about either. These mannequins were sat down; leaning against walls; stood up with hands in pockets. I kept on turning around thinking that someone was stood behind me, but it was a plastic man.
Go and see for yourselves!
# posted by TommyDB @ 5:46 p.m. 
