A few questionable observations at the mall
Malls are indeed strange places. We have them in England too, but they don’t seem to be quite as odd as yours. We tend to go for pun based names over here. Book shop chain called “Buy The Book”. push bike shops called “Cycle Logical” etc etc. I’m sure you have that kind of nonsense in America as well.
My favorite part about visiting a mall? Meeting new friends! We live in a small town. The closest thing we have to a mall experience is one-stop shopping for a bottle of Smirnoff, a chicken sandwich and roofing tar thanks to having a True Value hardware store, Subway restaurant and liquor store all joined by a single parking lot. This is the number one complaint by visiting teenaged tourists, who are often found rocking themselves into a coma when their devices lose cell service and they raise their heads to find they are in a wirelessly foresaken land of mall-less-ness.
“WE ARE IN A WIRELESSLY FORESAKEN LAND OF MALL-LESS-NESS!” I hear them scream.
But today I am laughing at them! Ha-Ha-HA! What makes today different? Because I am doing so from a really big mall. How big, you ask? I don’t mean to brag, but let’s just say it has…
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