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Introvert’s nightmare, Recovering Introvert’s mountain

Well no I haven’t been climbing real mountains, but it sounds like fun
While my mom was still living with me I never went to the shops really unless she was with me and she used to drag me around from shop to shop which I quickly learned was not something I would call a hobby. Well this week I got a message from the domestic that I need new “sleeping shirts” as my pajama tops had kind of disintegrated. I first thought that it was impossible but quickly realised that they were about 3 or 4 years old and the washing machine was just too much for the poor things to bare and they shredded.

In search of “sleeping shirts”
So monday I started looking for these elusive things. The whole set of pajamas were not broken just the top half so buying an entire set would be wasting money so no luck Monday as they only had sets. Tuesday I went down to a mall during lunchtime and spent an hour walking in and out of shops (including about 20 minutes standing in the queue at the bank), but alas I was just not cut out for this shopping thing.
Today I set out with the mission of getting this horrid task completed, alas it is month-endso I waited out the hordes of month-end shoppers till the afternoon.

I didn’t steal it honest
Well to cut a long story short, I managed to find something after spending an hour in the store wandering hopelessly around until I finally found someone to ask. Alas I was not to escape the store as easily as I may have hoped because as soon as I walked out of the store (after paying I might add) the exit alarm went off. Here I am a Recovering Introvert, the recovering part missing at that very moment, standing there with a shopping bag stuffed with a couple of pajama tops, with an alarm blaring, red lights flashing and security heading rapidly in my direction. Oh and EVERYONE staring at me. All I could think of saying to the security guard is, “That’s strange”. Luckily he skipped the strip search and let me go through the sensor without the bag of purchases, again the alarm went off, so he handed me my bag and said that it must be something in my pocket setting the alarm off, letting me go on my way without questioning my pocket contents. (I still don’t know what set it off)

Teeny, Tiny, Beetle Bits
If any one has wondered what a VW Beetle would look like in a million tiny pieces, wonder no more as you watch this video.

And just for good measure, the only way to stop the FBI getting hold of your data from your Hard Disk Drives (Of course you wouldn’t be able to read them either )

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