Johan van Zanten posted:

Sari Ellen Stiles wrote:
>I don't see why not, Actually I think I was suffering Information
>Overload... I usually enjoy shopping particularly if I have a quest going.  
>But going through and not screening out ANY of the stimmuli was
>overwhelming.  I should have taken a break and communned w/ some tacos at
>Taco Bell... 
>
>I'm much better now, but I'll not be doing THAT again for awhile.

Sari, you have inspired me:

 El Dupree heaved his holy massivity across the plains of blazingly hot
concrete and parked cars.  His delicate sense of smell -- whose existance in
defiance of Dupree's proclivity for cigars in itself a indisputable
indication of his holiness -- had been detecting the incredibly-unsubtle
odors of nearly-inedible mexican food for days now.  And they led him here,
to this strange place.  Wandering the desert for months, he'd only had
the odd gila monster to eat, and his stomach was making noises which
caused passing parents to tug their children closer to their sides.
  Eagerly anticipating the meal, he nearly yanked the smoked glass door
from its hinges as he stepped into the mall.  His head began to swim as the
cold air rushed around him.  But that disorientation was insignificant compared to what his eyes told him as they adjusted to the unnatural light.
 "Santa Maria," he burped.  He looked in his pants to check his supply of
headsacks.  He would have to contact the manufacturer about volume
discounts, and return another day.
  El Dupree dramatically turned on a pudgy heel, and reaching into
his pocket for the butt of a old cigar, casually smacked someone handing
out religious paraphenalia.  As he lit the butt, he said, "I dont neeeeed no 
stinking paper," and fitted the person with a #42 headsack.

 "Perhaps a #42 was a bit large for that person," thought, "But his head
looked a bit swollen."