American Mall Essay

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American Mall

Shiny, cold glass. Overpriced, low quality T-shirts. Whiny kids yearning to breathe free from their exasperated parents. More cell phones than a third-world Asian country. That's right, it's the mall. I hop off the bus and let out a little sigh. It beats doing nothing on my computer, but not by much.

The mall is supposed to be a place where the whole family can go and shop for whatever their proverbial hearts desire. Somewhere along the line, this vision was lost.

I grasp the round-bar-metal U-handle of the door and give it a firm pull. The door opens with just the right amount of force, and I step inside. Ah, so many colors and bright lights. Neatly stacked piles of vibrant shirts, pants, and various salespeople
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The mothers always look a little tired. The teenage daughters, once youthful and perky, are beginning to take on the same dull and listless look as their mothers. Here at the mall, they're judged based on how well they can toss their flaxen hair and smile, and having the right outfit is the icing on the cake. When I pass two such girls, I don't know if I should smile, or look at the ground and put my hands in my pockets. They could have been a fresh fourteen, or collegiate coeds; and since I don’t have my lawyer with me, I look . . . at my shoes.

Next are the Brookstones. They're the stores that try to take handy gadgets out of the normal stores, cover them with a plastic exoskeleton, and mark them up 30%. Brookstone is the only store in the mall that has abandoned the *.99 pricing system; all of their prices end in zeroes. Don't be fooled by this or the casual looking sales staff. They're ripping you off.

Reach out and touch somebody? For every person I see on a cell phone, I also see two of her friends staring straight ahead looking annoyed. They were made to bring people together, yet these phones have only succeeded in driving us apart. Even the well-dressed salesman at the Nextel kiosk looks bored when I walk up. I take a look at some of the latest models, and he only glances over his newspaper at me. I scuttle away; he sighs, and jerks his paper back into a state of erectness. Can you hear me now?

My journey comes to an end at the food court. Neon

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