With the new H&M opening tomorrow at Pacific Centre fast approaching, I've been busy sharpening my bony yet effective "shopping elbows" for tomorrow's chaotic fitting room crush. Note that "shopping elbows", and "concert elbows" are too entirely different strategies, which I bring up because:
Beiruuuuut is tomoorroooow!
I'm not at liberty to explain them, as that serves only to weaken my techniques, which are to be nothing short of devastating. Just know that they go by the names of "Cruiser" and "Bruiser", and you best be getting out of my way before you inflict the wrath of my 103 lb frame. I'll like...kick your shins, and pull your hair...but only for a bit. I get tired.
I finally caved and bought the bag (Pictured above except mine is black) I had been coveting at work for more than a month. I believe these are affectionately dubbed, "Weekenders". Great, I've got the bag, all that's missing is that part about taking the bag on vacation with you. Perhaps not for long though, if I can successfully convince my Dad that a family trip to Penticton for his birthday would be righteous. That place has beaches falling out its figurative ears. And it would be "quality family time" blah blah blah...I mean, I love...quality time with my family...like that Whistler mountain biking experience a few years back, when that other cyclist flew around the blind corner right into me? Yeah, that was a slice.
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