Capricious Me

Ferrero Rocher Gelato.

(Ghiradelli Chocolate Festival in SF. Pic taken by Francis, whose gelato cone I’ve hijacked.)

I keep intending to do food related posts, since the majority of the pictures on my camera are of food. I spend the weekend in SF with a friend from Wellesley. After brunch, we headed towards Union Square for some shopping to lighten both our wallets and weight. (What is it about being a twenty-something and all of a sudden feeling this adoration and love for all sorts of kitchen gadgetry and equipment?)

We stopped by a Forever 21, and there I saw the saddest looking man (pictured) sitting near the dressing rooms, presumably waiting for his female counterpart to reemerge. I couldn’t help being amused despite pitying him. There he was, surrounded by gaudy scarves and sales racks, nearly immobile from boredom as lines and lines of young women waited with their loot. He was not alone in his misery. On another floor, I saw a young man looking quite shell shocked as he stood motionless against a wall. Later, as I waited for my friend at the checkout, I saw yet another young man sitting on the bottom shelf of something or other, trying to amuse himself and ignoring the wild colors and patterns around him.

Poor, poor guys. I hope they made it out ok. If I, as a female, cannot tolerate the chaos that is Forever 21, how can they?