Oh The Woes of Westdale Mall

Most Epic Adventure of my LIFE (not):



(WARNING: a lot of complaining and self pity is expressed within the following text)

Roxanne Betta and I arrive at Westdale Mall to volunteer for the public library, moving books. After parking at the wrong end, we locate the library, only to find that there is a hundred long line waiting outside. ??? Next we are handed release forms explaining the dangers of handeling books. At the bottom is a place for a parent consent signature. No parent. 17, 18, what's the different? After filling out our forms and waiting for another 15 minutes we are finally led through a back door, down a back hallway, around a back corner, down another back hallway, down a back staircase, through a back warehouse, around a back corner, down yet another back hallway and into an open hallway. The whole way there is lined with people passing carts along, ones filled with books going down and empty ones going back up. We are added to the end of the line. After about ten minutes of listening to the insane ramblings of the lady next to me who insisted on talking to me, which was fine, but who never raised her voice above a mumble. Fine, whatever. Nod, smile, nod. Then she tips over one of the carts because she tries to push it sideways. Idiot. Sorry. But true. After we all pick up the books the procession starts again. I pass the next empty cart her way. She isn't looking. It puts a dent in the dry wall. My fault. Oy vey. An ungodly amount of time later we decide to leave. But we don't know how to get out. So we go down some hallway. With doors. And doorbells. We ring some. Finally we find that we've ended up where we started. The mumbler tells me that the door right behind me will take us back out into the mall. Drat. Go figure. Oh well. We leave. And yeah.