It was pretty crowded Monday afternoon at Macys at QB mall. I was looking for the best burgains in discounted shirts and that was the time an idiotic face suddenly popped out in front of me. Dude in khaki coat asked me what size of shirt I wear usually. Helloo!
Anyway, I told him, L. Dude did not stop at that point and ask me random questions, and I kept spitting random replies. Finally we said bye to each other and I kinda felt taht soemthing is fishy. And it is. He asked for my contcat number. I said sure I do have a phone number to spare (thanks to Stanaphone, all my junk call comes in my email, as voice mail). I bet he works for Quickstar or some other scummy companies (heck, he works in e-commerce).
