This is a phenomenon I may or may not have touched upon in some entry of long ago. People Who Dress Up To Go To The Mall. What a sack of assholes. I can see the Mall as Place to Meet Potential Mate. I can see that.
Malls are all sexy and bright and climate controlled.
There's the flush of purchase in the air. I might even go so far as to say that malls are stimulating. Then there's me. Faded purple hair. Smelly sweater plucked from under dogs ass on bedroom floor.