The Mall
Do you know who’s at the mall? Teenagers. Lots of them. In droves even. And they run and yell. A lot. And they make me weep for the day that my children will be the cause of headaches of complete strangers (much like the one I have now).
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It’s amazing how quickly the mall can turn you into one of those crotchety old codgers that wonders why the whippersnappers can’t just settle down!
The mall is an evil place. Filled with evil teenagers. When I go to the mall, I see all the reasons that people would use to not have children. When I was in high school, I was NEVER allowed to go “hang out” at the mall because my mom wouldn’t let me. I could not, for the life of me, understand that. Now I so totally understand it. I’ve told Doug that our children will not be allowed to go to the mall, ever.
I feel like I always tend to go on days they don’t have school…and it sucks.