OMG. Guess where I went tonight? Oh, you'll never guess. I went to the mall! OMG.
I say OMG, because I loathe the mall.
I will avoid the mall at all costs. Literally and figuratively.
I will order on line, go to Target, go without, or send Taylor at Christmas time if really necessary.
Mall, dear Mall, how do I loathe you? Let me count the ways.
Claire's. Frederick's of Hollywood. The obligatory bad restaurant at the front of the mall. The Food Court. The store: 5-7-9. (I honestly don't know if they have that anymore, but still. I could never shop there!) Hollister. Kiosks. Men in their early 20's playing with remote control cars or helicopters. The massage guy. (there's one in every mall) Bath and Body and the pressure to buy three so you can get two free.
Shopper's Back. That LONG hallway that leads to the mall restrooms. The bed stores. "Things Remembered." Sears. The smokers hanging out at the front of the mall. That big nasty trash can/ash can thing that you have to pass to go inside. How about that one creepy end of the mall that just seems darker and scarier than the others?
Packs of teenagers. (I believe the malls belong to them, and I'm okay with that. Let the kids have this place!!) The crying baby. Workers hanging outside the stores waiting for shoppers. Oh Bath and Body Bubble Bath! Take me away!!
To top off this experience, I didn't find what I needed. Go figure. It's back to Amazon.Com for this gal!