My Trip To Von Maur

Yesterday the wife decided to return a bunch of stuff that she had gotten for her birthday. So off we headed to the mall for what would surely be a wonderful experience. Not being a fan of Von Maur (a little too classy for my liking) or malls in general, I was prepared for a boring Sunday afternoon. Upon arriving at the mall I quickly made my way to the bathroom, as I was washing my hands I look over to see a needle return... what? In the Von Maur bathroom? When did such a ritzy place start offering a place to drop off your used needles? Is there a huge heroin problem amongst the upper crust of the Chicago suburbs? Where was I through all of this? Odd indeed. After the bathroom I am following my wife around closely, so as to try and avoid the workers that follow me around like I am stealing. She is over in the pajama section so I am somewhat paying attention when I see a early 20's man/boy with his obviously pregnant and obviously much older mother (I hope). She is showing him lingerie and asking him what he things and he responds with grabbing another article and showing her. This is quite the mother and son relationship! This continued on for some time and unfortunately they started speaking Polish so I could no longer ear hustle. If only I had paid attention when my family was speaking the language, maybe I could of understood this relationship. So that was how I spent my afternoon.