Bling, baby, bling...

Went to a local mall today looking for a bicycle. It had actually been a while since I'd been in a mall, something so ubiquitous in America I would have been hard pressed to remember the last time I hadn't been in a mall. As I sat on a bench outside a store waiting for Butters to make a purchase, I couldn't help but people watch.

C'mon! Isn't that really half the reason we go to malls?

What struck me here is what also struck me in the US: parents with infants. Specifically, parents with infants in these carriers where the baby is plastered to their chest FACING OUTWARDS. First off, think how disconcerting it would be to the infant, looking for the assurance of the warmth of a loving parent to hold onto with their short helpless arms, and instead being confronted with mall schlock and even worse, teenagers with no dermatological care.

Puts me to mind of the bling worn by that ex-rapper and reality show never-shoulda-been Flava-Flav. You remember, the one that always wore the clock around his neck.

Brrrr. Makes my blood run cold.

- Farmer Ted