Doesn't this say something about our priorities? Or maybe it says something about how desperate comapanies are for money and how they know to get it.

Another mall story:

Emily and I went crazy last Saturday night and decided to see (second time for me, first for Em) Spy Kids 3-D: Game Over. A lapse of insanity, ladies and gents, but it is a cute movie and Elijah Wood is in it. Before going to the theatre we stopped into the Filene's to get Emily some new clothes (all of which are very chic) and myself some new shoes. When I got to the shoe department and had picked out what I wanted to try on I realized that I was wearing dirty sandals and needed something on my feet first. Asked the clerk where the Peds were and he gave me the whole box. I stared down at those Peds in contemplation. To steal or not to steal, that is the question. Whether it be nobler to leave the Peds for others or to take free-bes because I hate knee-high stockings? My moral concience could not live with the thought of grabbing twenty Peds and booking it, but the dry little part of my brain wondered how many people steal Peds a day.

That dry little part also thought of what an interesting diary entry these thoughts would make. This led to a tanget about how when one has this type of online journal and a supposed audience, we have the potential to think of ourselves as a "Dave Barry". Any ordinary experience can suddenly turn into the event of the day, all because we wrote humorously about it in our diary.

And somehow, it all works.