As much as I hate tourist attractions, sometimes I have to visit them in order to be able to whine about said tourist attractions.
The time had come to visit the M&M store on Leicester Square. I'd expect the one on Broadway could be the only thing worse as far as location, theme and crowdedness goes.
Thankfully I had great company to distract me from the Oklahoma Tourist and 'OMG, it's like English M&M's - they look just like American ones'. Following a fake birthday dinner at Rainforest Cafe with House Wife and her Little Lady and prior to the very important stop in the Scandinavian pickamix store, they tagged along as we stopped by the dreaded M&M store.
It's all things I fear; plastic gimmick merchandise, no-so-clever crowds and the M&M creatures. Seriously, is no one else creeped out by the M&M commercial and the two living M&M's? Cartoon characters being forced into a bowl to be eaten as a Friday night snack by a very skinny aerobics princess who definitely wouldn't eat chocolate, does not do it for me. Plus the orange one looks really grumpy. Then again, so would I if everyone were trying to take a bite out of my head.
I was lucky to have such great company to keep me from hyperventilating at the very sight of Leicester Square and at the out-of-towners' inability to walk in an efficient manner. Somehow, climbing the M&M bus with the world's coolest three-year-old will take your mind off all things horrendous.
Until next time Leicester Square - may it be in a time far, far away. Preferably after my death.
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| Little Lady, Big Bus. Creepy Driver. |
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