Winter is the only season that has a dead spot. There is no dead of spring, dead of summer, or dead of fall, only winter. Mother Nature needs 3 months to try and kill as many things as possible, plants, bugs, people,etc. Speaking of dead have you ever gone to a mall mid-january in the middle of the day on a weekday? Talk about dead, “oh the lack of humanity!” I had to return something I got for Christmas so it was me and about 45 other people, not in the store, IN THE ENTIRE MALL! We could’ve all come in one bus. Imagine the entire parking lot empty except for one bus. Here’s the breakdown; I’d say 75% were elderly mall walkers and I give them full credit for being motivated to go out and do laps even if most of the old men are wearing pants that are too short. I can hear their response, “hey I’ve had these pants for 50 years and they’re still fine you punk!” Of the other 25% I’d say 20% were just window shopping and trying to get out of the house mid-winter and about 5% were there to buy anything. That’s about 2.25 people and how much is a .25 person going to spend? So I took a seat at a Starbucks in the middle of the mall and stared into a sparsely occupied Yankee Candle shop and a closed up massive amount of square footage that was formerly Sears covered with bright signage touting that “new and exciting things were coming soon.” Sitting next to me was an older couple, he sitting with pants that were so short that his liquid paper color legs were exposed above his socks, and she eating from a bag of Jelly Bellys and sipping on a Dr. Pepper she had just purchased at one of those refreshment kiosks in the mall as Hurricane Bezos skips from town to town.

Gunga, galunga
Garry