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Where's the pet store in this mall??

Thursday, March 30, 2006

The other night I was stuck down in Huntington Beach for band rehearsal and had some time to kill. So I jump in the car and drove to the nearest mall. I really have nothing in mind that I want to buy, but I figure I rarely see real people now that I work exclusively with engineers, so it might be a nice change of pace.

As soon as I walk in it dawns on me that every mall has a pet store. Seeing as how it was my birthday, what better gift to myself than to go see puppies? Sure, they're puppies that I can't have, so it's sort of torture in a way, but in a good way. Like masochism. Not that I'm into that.

I start circling the mall, searching for the inevitable store window full of yipping dogs and packed with people cooing over them. I make it around the first floor with no luck, so I move up to the second floor. I'm nearing the end of the circuit and I'm starting to get frustrated. What kind of a mall is this, that doesn't have a pet store? I finally decide to consult a map (I've been on the phone with Ginger this whole time so I haven't been in any hurry). I quickly locate the only pet store on the map and discover that I walked by it several times on the first floor. The best part? It's name is Indogneato! Brilliant! No wonder I couldn't find it!

It took me another five minutes and two wrong hallways to finally locate this store. They really take their pun on incognito seriously! Upon arriving, I find that the store is in fact all dogs, and is in fact neat.

Let's revisit the facts here. All dogs + neat store + hard to find = Indogneato!

I can oly hope that someday I will posess half the genius the founder of that store posesses, or that I become half the tool I am today.

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