CrossIron, the mall where we went yesterday (see related article -> road trip), was our last destination in Alberta, for a last-minute shopping before hitting the road and travelling back home.
It was my lucky day because I found a comfortable shoes that fit my sensitive and tiny feet in the womens’ section! Whoa! That’s a feat! I normally go to the children and teens section to find my size. I bought discounted Puma sneakers (50% off) and Nine West sandal (around 40% off). Not bad eh? Considering that my shoes are retiring and badly need a replacement.
You may find it difficult to believe but I’m not a shopaholic. :p I only own less than 10 pair of shoes, I rarely buy clothes, shoes, bags, and whatnots. These are usually given to me as gifts. My Majestic Mom and gorgeous “sister”, Yayi, loves to pamper me with these kind of stuff (Merci Beaucoup Majestic Mom and Fashionista Yayi!).
I was seated not far from the two ladies who were chatting happily (one lady was holding a bouquet of flowers and a card). As usual, I had an invisible bulwark set up around me as I prepare myself to take a “travel nap”. My barricade was shattered when the lady holding the card animatedly asked her friend about something. It’s loud enough for all of the passengers inside the bus to hear.
The conversation went this way:
Lady 1: Do I look like 59? (TheCuriousMe Note: Lady 1 was holding the bouquet of flowers while reading the card… It’s obviously her birthday.)
Lady 2: No.
Lady 1: Oh! Thank you! (TheCuriousMe: She’s absolutely delighted with her friend’s answer because she flashed a bright smile! Oh boy! )
In my little corner, I nearly blurted out, “No, you look like you’re 70″. Good thing I controlled my mouth, I don’t want to burst her bubble. I don’t even know them. Bad me. :p Though my “travel nap” was boorishly severed, I was still grinning mischievously. Darn! I must be going berserk. Am I making any sense? This must be the effect of not having a restful sleep.