Angela's Search for the Silver Pen


    It started out well.  Sherry and I arrived at Ontario Mills, parked at the right entrance, and managed to easily locate the Virgin Megastore.  Although there was a time mix-up, we only missed Rockapella performing half of one song.  I worked through the crowd, positioning myself in front of the stage, slightly behind another Rockapella fan. When she realized I was taking pictures, she graciously allowed me to move into her spot.  I thanked her profusely all the while, secretly wondering why she would trade spots with me. We introduced ourselves and I realized why she was willing to trade places.  She was Barry's mom!!  Needless to say, she rocked. Thanks Barry's Mom!

    The guys finished their set, and the line began to form for the meet and greet.  Thinking it was going to be similar to the long wait we had before, I told Sherry, I was off to buy a metallic gel pen. You know the ones I'm talking about. They are marketed as milk pens at any office supply store. Why did I need a metallic pen, you ask? Well my Flying Faders CD had arrived, and with all the media inside being black, I wanted Scott's signature to show up.  This should have been a simple task.  This is Ontario Mills Shopping center! It's gigantic! It should have everything. Boy was I deluded.

    I rushed out of the record store towards the Hallmark.  It was only a few stores down.   Walked up to the counter, asking for the pen. The saleswoman informed me that they were out. However, I could try the Office Depot on the other side of the parking lot.   Great! Not! I didn't have time to be gallivanting across the parking lot.  I hurriedly left the Hallmark, steering myself towards the site directory.  While viewing the specialty stores section, I noticed they had a glow store.  For those of you unfamiliar with the glow store, I'll explain.  Glow stores are shops that sell items that glow-in-the-dark, or have some "wow" effect in black lighting.   (think  glow-in-the-dark stars, and psychedelic 60's velvet posters)  The entire store is illuminated with blacklight.

      I jogged into the store and was immediately bombarded with the quintessential "May I help you?"  Normally, I politely refuse, but since I was in a hurry, I inquired about my metallic pens.  The salesgirl steered me towards these glow pens.  They looked huge, and they were expensive.   Additionally, I had to buy a six pen set. I asked if I could try one out.  The salesgirl spouted off a "Blah, Blah, Blah" speech.  Fine, whatever.   Pressed for time, (I had been away for fifteen minutes) I said ring me up.  I ran out of the store, opened my bag, pulled out the pens and realized what I had been sold.  These weren't pens you write with, these were paint pens filled with glow paint!  I tried writing with one, it looked awful.  I ran back to the store, walked up to the salesgirl who was still behind the counter, and asked for my money back.   The salesgirl was extremely upset because I was returning less than five minutes after I had originally left.  No commission for her! Too bad. Salesgirl told me I would have to wait for her manager because she had no authority to complete the transaction.  The manager was assisting another customer, and salesgirl went back to trying to sell a red strobe light bulb to a group of people. So I waited, and waited.   Finally, after what seemed like forever but was only five minutes, the manager walked over asking if she could help me.  I explained my situation, and as the manager walked behind the counter and stood next to the salesgirl I heard her mutter under her breath, "You know how to do this.  Why didn't you do this?"   Salesgirl muttered some intelligible response.  At this point I was beginning to get pissed. I had been M.I.A. for twenty minutes now, and I still didn't have my silver pen!  Luckily the manager knew what she was doing, and processed the return quickly.   I ran out of the store, back towards the record store.  On the way, I passed a Sanrio a.k.a. "Hello, Kitty" store.  I knew they stocked unique items, and figuring third time's a charm I ran in.  I am so glad I did.

    What was the first thing my eyes saw on the counter?  A huge display of metallic pens!   They had every color imaginable.  The salesgirl helped me pick out several different colored pens, quickly rang up my purchase, and even said good luck on my way out.  She rocked!   I looked at my watch, saw I had been away for twenty-five minutes, and ran back to the meet and greet.  I figured Sherry should be near the front. Once again, I was wrong.

    When I came into the record store, Sherry motioned for me to get in line.  They were in front all right, but had been stalling, waiting for me!  Five more minutes and I would have missed the guys!  Luckily, I got a poster signed, managed to chat a little with them, and even took a group photo.  Unfortunately, I never used my pens!   Sherry had Scott sign the disc, worried that I wouldn't return in time to ask him myself.  Go figure!  All that work and I didn't even use them.  Oh well, you win some you lose some. I try to look on the bright side in all of this.  At least I have a set of nifty, cool writing pens!

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