The Mall of New New York Where all your shopping needs are non refundable.
Amy dismisses the barrage of overly aggressive perfume samplers and gaudy ads of clothing trends. She keeps her pace constant throughout the expansive mall. Getting distracted from her goal is something she couldn’t afford right now. Time is extremely of the essence, "Smeez. You take one nap and you're already behind all of the latest trends."
In the middle of the mall lobby is a kiosk labeled Trend Trove. This kiosk shines like a beacon of precious information to Amy, “Trend Trove! The only place besides the internet to know what’s trending!"
“Excuse me, ma’am,” A gruff voice said from her side, “Could you step away from the exposition cube?” Next to Amy is a cube that gives off strange scientific waves, “Sorry, I just need to get to the kiosk to understand what trending...”
Amy approaches the kiosk owner who swished away her trendy haircut from her face, "If you're here for the fidget spinners they're in the dumpster in a box labeled 'LAME'."
"What? No. I'm here to ask about the latest trend. I would use my eyePhone, but it died six minutes ago."
"Well. I can't say anything about you since saying ‘my phone died’ stopped being cool four minutes ago."
"Phew."
The trendy person swiveled to the computer, "Let’s take a look. You should be up to date. You do look pretty hip...except for that!"
Amy turned to where the trendy person’s finger pointed. Behind her a bunch of overweight women all varying in species and race wearing normal clothes shuffled through the mall. Everyone in the mall stopped, their jaws agape at the moving epitome of trendiness.
"Ha,” Amy snickered, “Looks like someone forgot to tie down the Macy's Day Parade blimps."
"Those over sized women aren't blimps...okay maybe they are, but they're the new trend setters."
"Trend setters? For what?"
"Being big! Haven't you heard fat is in?"
"No. My phone died."
"Ugh. That's so four minutes ago."
The saleswoman pulls out a stick of butter and starts eating it, "Judging from the way you look, you're very behind...and old."
"Aw, schleez. If I don't do something, everyone is going to start calling me old!"
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