Our Thanksgiving dinner gathering was smaller than usual this year, and by 6:30 everyone was gone. Hubby Tony put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and I threw the tablecloth and napkins in the washer. Then we went into the family room and pulled out our laptops to check in with our respective virtual worlds.
It was way too early to write off the night, but I'd eaten so much it was hard to move. Jokingly, I mentioned that the malls were open if we decided we wanted to walk. Tony took that thought and ran with it. Soon he had me convinced it was a good idea. We decided which mall to go to, put on our coats, and got in the car.
I've proudly never frequented a store on Thanksgiving Day, so I was amazed by the number of cars in the mall parking lot. I wound my way around up to the top level of the parking garage and parked close enough to the door that we could leave our coats in the car. When we got inside I saw that the majority of the stores were open and ready for business. Mall walkers like Tony and me were definitely in the minority. Most of the people were carrying bags, and some looked like they'd already made a large dent in their Christmas shopping.
It was hard to maneuver around some of the large groups of shoppers, but we managed to do two laps of the first floor and two of the second floor. As we headed back to the car we agreed our walk was a nice way to end the evening.
Five years ago today: Slow Cooker French Dip