Reminiscing

An Equation Re: The American Girl Store in NYC

Hundreds of spoiled, screaming twat kids + tons of way-too-lenient parents who seriously should be beating their kids, but instead are buying them $500 worth of doll outfits and letting them run wild + small areas in which it is difficult to maneuver, even without a loud infuriating crowd all up in your business + lines the size of my ass (very big) for everything + being subjected to 10 perky child actors singing and dancing for what felt like back-to-back eternities + listening to Chris's Dad go on and on about how great his soup is as he sips it from his little pink bowl + the realization that we're going to the Toys 'R Us in Times Square next = Megan's sanity quietly slipping away as she wonders about how painful it would really be to run out the door and throw herself in front of a cab.