The opposite of commerce
Put me in a shopping mall with two hundred and eighty stores and my reaction is “So what?”. Add a skating rink and a giant IMAX theatre. Throw in a roller coaster that completes its circuit in one minute flat. I am so difficult to impress.
Either I already own everything I need, or the mix and match of markets just isn’t aimed at my demographic. Let’s do a quick rundown: Hardware store. No. Used book store. No. A place to buy a decent camera. No. Surplus radio gear. No. A food fair that features Extreme Pita or Donairs. Nope. So far, this mall is batting zero.
One thing I did notice (since I last visited a year ago) is that all the cellphone peddlers have moved out of the little islands and into real storefonts. Must be money in selling air. Also, the perfume shops are wasting far too much product in the atmosphere. And there are enough expensive sweatshirts to clothe every teenager in the city before sunset. Even on sale, expensive.
We returned all the undersized slippers and duplicate games and the ilk to different places before sharing a first class meal at A & W; go Mozza go! Then in a fit of spending fever, we went to the local furniture emporium and bought the camera I wanted. I LOVE shopping now!
