Thug Life

Yeah.  I went to Mountain Hideaway today.  Last time I was there it was to get Ric a Northface jacket and Nicole summed it up nicely “I’m uneasy.  It smells of wood.”  So, Brenda, Tara and I are going caving this weekend, and I decided I really need Chacos.  Not only for this weekend, but for Ukraine and for every other outdoor adventure I will get myself into this summer.  So, I enter.  Scared and alone on my lunch break.  Well the person who helps me, I kind of know.  So, it is sort of awkward.  I mean, he was absolutely wonderful, but you know when you know someone but neither of you say it…it’s just kind of weird.  Anywhosen, I’m lost.  I can’t find the shoes.  Went to the wrong side.  Then there is a dog.  Who is fun and nice, but is that size, like all dogs her size, she comes directly to my crotch.  Like all dogs that size.  Of course.  So, he (and the dog) are helping me find the perfect Chacos.  He asks me what I am doing that I need Chacos.  Here is how the conversation went:

GUY: So, are you repelling in or what?
ME: (Oh h no) Um, I sure hope not!
GUY: Who are you going with?
ME: Uh…my…uh…friend.
GUY: So you and your friend are going caving?  Just the two of you?
ME: No.  Uh….we are going with a group.
GUY: What’s your friend’s name
ME: [Nervous whisper and mustache sweat] Tara…[I'm full on sweating at this point.  Cue sweat triangles]
GUY: Is it a group from Tech?  I might know some people.
ME: [Speaking really fast and probably in a British accent] We’re meeting a group in Carlsbad.

So, this nervous convo goes on for a while.  Then I find the perfect Chacos for my Fred Flinstone feet.  Oh and all the while the crotch sniffing dog is hanging around.  Laying on my feet.  Liking the sales guy.  It’s a party.  Here is the icing on the Mountain Hideaway rice cake:

GUY: I’ve never been caving.
ME: Oh, you should go…[fearing it was creepy and weird]…with your friends…[another awkward long pause]…sometime.
GUY: …Silence…

And that’s the last time Kristin goes to Mountain Hideaway.