Sunday, Bloody Sunday

I know what you're all thinking, that today is Wednesday and not Sunday. I'm a little late on this one, I'll admit. But I figure better late then never.

After laying around like a bum on Saturday, I decided that Sunday was a day for making things happen. I decided to be adventerous and check out the Paragon Sports down in Union Square. Let's just say I'm surprised I made it through the door. I can't remember the last time I was so overwhelmed in a store, and I'm most definitely an experienced shopper. I was able to do little more then walk in and walk out. In the few minutes that I did spend in the store, I was approached by no less then FIVE different store employees, all who asked if I needed help. Clearly, I must have had some sort of confused/panicked look on my face to elicit such a reaction from so many different store associates. Needles to say, Paragon Sports = BUST!

My next stop was Soho, EMS was having a winter clearence sale. I figured at the very least, I had been to the EMS store before, so I shouldn't look like a lost, wandering child. I also had the added benefit of SWK. Yes, that is a person, not some type of handheld device or multi-purpose tool. She is my resident outdoorsy expert and I met her down at the EMS store. I figured I was safe, all of my dumb questions could be directed her way and I could avoid the EMS staff all together. Little did I realize that the ridicule I would face would come not from the store employees, but from other EMS patrons.

I have spent many, many hours searching on the internet for PCV packing lists. This has pretty much become my new number one hobby. 99% of the time, a packing list makes mention of a leatherman tool and how incredibly usefull it is and how one would not be able to survive without it during the course of their service. I'm a trusting individual, so I'm going to take everyone's word for that. Therefore, I was intrigued when I found a whole section (albeight a small one) that displayed several different options for leatherman tools. As I am contemplating my different options, a man walks up to me. He looks me up and down, takes in the two different tools I am holding and says, "you're not shopping for yourself, are you?" Now, I may be overly sensetive, but when I heard him say that, it sounded like much more of a statement then it did a question. I could feel myself turn red as I turned to answer him, "no, I'm looking for myself," I said. The response I got to that one; a long chuckle and a shrug.

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I realize that at first glance I don't look like the most outdoorsy of people, but come on! This is Manhattan! Not only that, but I was in Soho, one of the trendiest shopping districts in the city. I was certainly not the only one in the store dressed in the Manhattan state of mind.

After that I decided to call it quits. Dinner at Shake Shack and a movie (No Strings Attached - I highly recommend it) was the perfect way for me to recover. Add in some kitty cuddling, and I felt much better.

Cut to this afternoon at work. We have a rather large (not quite walk-in, but kind of close) closet that I put my coat in everyday. As I was rumaging through my coat pockets, I turned to see one of the MDs trying to get by (when the door opens, it blocks a good majority of the walkway). "I'm sorry," I said, only to have the door shut (not quite completely, but almost) in my face. Yes, that's right, today at work I got shut in a closet. Why do things like this keep happening to me? Shut in a closest? At work? Is that not one of the most ridiculous work stories you have ever heard?

I think it might take a while to recover from that one. At least I have dinner at JoJo tonight to help me ease my pain. Good food, good friends (SWK + Natasha G.), good times. I see a glass of wine/dirty martini in my future...