So much for staying sober...

I was very rude to a foreign man working at a kiosk in the mall today. I was in the middle of a Fashion Valley freak out. 

Kids were crying, high schoolers were walking slow and taking up the whole walk way, I could not find this mythical Starbucks, nor the restroom. 

"Excuse me, may I ask you a question?" He smirks, seemingly an innocent man with a question. 

"Yeess?"

"What do you use on your skin?" Oh, damn...

"Nothing, and I don't want to use anything" catching on...

"Can I show you something?" OH FUCK

"Oh no you don't you bastard!" and I ran away to Oliver Peoples until he was gone. He was lurking around the entrance for a good ten minutes taunting me too...crazy foreign kiosk operators. 

There's my story. 

Oh, and then I found out every photo I have ever taken has been permanently deleted. All those beloved JPEG and RAW files have gone to a better place, far far away from my external hard drive. 

But the real reason I almost started crying on a bench in the middle of a horrifically bustling mall was because of my guilt for how I treated that immigrant just trying to make a living selling skin care products.