Today the skies here at the beach are overcast. Rain is threatening? So what do I do this afternoon after stopping a Food Lion? I decide to pay a quick visit to the outlet mall to pick up a couple new pair of Reebok Walkers. Oh God, what was I thinking?
One of the cardinal rules in the summertime here at the beach, other than stay as far away from the beach as possible during the middle of a hot, sunny, summer day is never......NEVER go to the outlet malls when the sky is overcast. Why? That's when the Horde (aka the "summertime crowd") hits the outlet malls.
I'm blaming my lapse of judgment on the fact that I just got up from a hour afternoon nap. Otherwise I would never have put myself in that vortex that is the outlet malls at Rehoboth Beach on an overcast summer day.
Rule Number One: There is no available parking.
Rule Number Two: Whatever item you're looking for, they're going to be out of it.
Rule Number Three: You'll never find a salesperson.
All three of the above rules applied today.
I did not find parking. I had to park at the adjoining mall (Super Fresh mall)
I DID NOT find my Reebok Walkers, size 12, 2 EE wide. Nope. No way. They were out.
I DID NOT find or even see a sales person in the whole store. I think they were all hiding out in the back until the Horde left.
With my Mission Unaccomplished (I briefly considered getting size 11 but they only had one and it was get one, get the second one for half price), my next goal was to GET OUT OF THERE.
So I tippy toe to my car in the NEXT MALL parking lot (about 15 minutes away - I can always use the exercise) and plan my escape.
How to get out of here? Do I want to exit and continue south on Rt. 1 and then take my chances making a U-turn (which is legal in Delaware.) I decide against this course of action. No need to put my brand new 2010 red Subaru Forester in more danger than I have already put it in.
I decide to go out the Super Fresh mall the back way and make the exit on the far side. At least I have the light with me.
Then I enter the slow lava flow that is called Summertime Traffic on Route 1 in Rehoboth Beach.
I head north to my home, three miles up Rt. 1 and to the left.
As is usually the case, I get stuck behind a truck with God Knows What They Are Dragging.
This is normal traffic on Rt. 1 in the height of the summer season. The Crazies are out.
I make it home unscathed. I'm not a religious person but I'll say it anyway: