Day 39
This is Christian. I should not have trusted that old lady at the station. This sale is not good. I have lost more than I gained, even with these deals. Earlier today I was trampled by 5 young ladies all trying to buy the same fondue pot as me. Strangely enough, they were all wearing the same pants.
After attempting to investigate, I was quickly kicked out of the woman's clothing store. I now sit at this mall as people pass, not knowing what to do. I cannot leave, as the snowstorm outside blocks my path. And I have been to all the stores that interest me.. if only... wait! I have an idea!
Closing his journal, Christian had been sparked with a brilliant idea. He was inspired by his own pure genius, though the execution was definitely not original by any means. For now, he needed to put his fantastic plan into its wondrous motion.
Christian quickly got out a small piece of cardboard from the nearby garbage can, and would write on it with a pen he bought from a bookstore earlier. The sign was simple. It was effective. And this was his only option to not go completely crazy in this crowded mall full of nothing but woman's clothing stores, all of which would kick him out on the basis of some sort of perverse motive. This was his solution.
Christian Zane's sign, X787 (colorized)
This was it. It was his only way to rid himself of this trapped boredom. Hopefully whoever decided to drop by was nice. And didn't shop TOO much. He was a strong guy, sure... but sometimes, it was one bag too many. Christian sat at the edge of wall holding this sign as if he was a bum begging for money: this was truly his lowest point. Well, at least in the last week or so. It was top 50 for sure.