No, really.  I hate it.  My kid digs it though, so I'm screwed.  I really want to tell her, "Bad things happen to kids at the Mall".  But I don't.  Because that would be a lapse in parental judgment.  Have you even BEEN in a Mall lately?  It's just sad.  Those little carts in the middle of the mall-way anger me for some reason.  It's like they couldn't cough up the cheddar to afford a "real" store, so they just rolled a rickshaw up in there and started selling cheap jewelry, belt buckles and sunglasses. I'm not sure why this rubs me the wrong way.  Maybe because I don't like being heckled by peddlers.

And the food court?  Well, they can kiss my left foot.  $5 for a coke and pretzel?  $4 for ONE cookie?  Really??  If I were elderly, I'd go up in there and raise holy havoc.  I'd be walking around, shaking my cane.  Telling thugs to pull their pants up and wear clean underpants while they're at it.  Tell the hoochies that it don't look half as good as they think it do.  I'd rant about high prices and low quality.  Then I'd steal handfuls of coins out of the fountain that you KNOW the night security guards pee in.  You knew that, right?

So last time I went to the Mall, I took my camera.  But my battery wasn't charged enough to take pics of the thugs and hoochies.  All I got were shots of gumballs.  Gumballs are cool.  Gross and cool.   Check it out.