Things I Noticed at the Mall

On a hot afternoon, a desirable day for shopping, my sister and I took off for a trip to the Park Meadows Mall. While walking around the shopping center filled with bustling activity, I observed various things. Each store we arrive at, there are women of all shapes and sizes scrambling for an empty fitting room to try on their designated selections. I notice in disgust how teenagers rudely mug other fellow teens, judging every miniscule detail. A young girl is shopping with her elderly grandmother, obviously embarrassed of the fact that she looks uncool to have no friends to shop with instead. There are various groups of teens with their friends, not really shopping, but walking around the mall “strutting” their stuff. I see young couples all around, strolling their babies in attempt to keep the little tot calm and quiet for a while. I spot a hefty boy crunching on fried wontons from Panda Express, although it’s clearly evident that he doesn’t need the extra calories. An old janitor is wandering around the food court and collecting the numerous pungent scraps of trash, appearing less than pleased with his job. Two young girls walk by dressed from head to foot in Abercrombie and Fitch clothing, who are way too young to already be so concerned with designer clothes. I look down and notice a lost child meandering around, like a lost puppy, with a befuddled look upon his face. There is a middle-aged businessman perched at a table in the corner of the food court, humming to his self and reading the newspaper simultaneously. One person after another lines up in the already extremely long line at Starbucks, the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans filling the air, because the coffee is just that good. We try to escape the attention of the annoying employees at the kiosks, who harass and grab at every uninterested customer who walks by. I hear the wailing sound of “waaaahhh” fading away, as a frustrated mother drags her screaming, misbehaved child out of a toy store. A man in the jewelry store is carefully selecting the perfect glistening gift for his wife. I watch a family in the pet store, excited to bring home their new fluffy addition, similar to the sensation of a new birth in the family. A guy who appears both bored and slightly impatient tags behind his energetic girlfriend, carrying all of her bags. A little girl begins crying after she accidentally drops her strawberry ice cream on her new white pants, although I’m unsure whether she’s more disappointed at the loss of the ice cream or the fact that her pants are now stained pink. There is a group of three perverted young boys hiding under the stairs and trying to look up girls’ short skirts. The broken escalator is causing frustration to people, because of the inconvenience of having to use them as stairs instead. Finally the day has come to an end, and following our tradition, my sister and I make a stop at the Cheesecake Factory for a tasty treat before making our journey back home.