Confessions of a Mall Kiosk Worker

Day 1
Although I have had a fairly incident free day here at the mall kiosk, it was not to be entirely without experiences. Some new friends were made, even if some of these relationships are mearly professional ones.

For example, the bond I have recently formed with Crazy Coat-Hanger Lady (or more appropriately Crazy Carpet Hooker Lady as of late... I don't see any coat-hangers). She has been occupying the garbage can situated directly behind me for my entire shift working on her multicolored tapestry. A paser-by commented on how beautiful her work was in which the CCHL replied thank-you and then swore at them very loudly when they refused to buy it. She has been keeping to herself for the most part though. She asked me very politely to watch her stuff as she went to the washroom and to buy some lunch and thanked me quite courteously upon her return. We've come to an agreement that way. I watch her stuff when she needs to go do something, and she doesn't yell at me angrily. It works out well. She seems to have taken an interest in the security guard Danni. Every time she sees him, no matter where he is in the mall, she yells at him to come down so she can show him how to hook a rug, then laughs hysterically. Altogether a rather enjoyable afternoon with Crazy Carpet Hooker Lady.

My second new friend of the day I shall name Creepy Singer guy. I have dubbed him such after the manner in which he started up a conversation with me. He simply paced around my booth for a little while, and after I ignored him and continued to read my book he started to sing to me. I'm not really sure what song it was, but he did sing it with much enthusiam. We then discussed my enjoyment of reading and what a wonderful passtime is it. He left shortly after a very long awkward pause. Not quite the bosom friends that CCHL and I are, clearly.

That is all for today. And to think, I was only asked once where the Family Shoe Store has gone! Either people are getting smarter, or 1 year really is enough time for the truth to sink in.

Allison, Kiosk Worker