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I'm in the parking lot at the mall. My daughter is inside shopping with a friend and I had no interest in galloping after them as the scampered from one shoe store to the next so I decided to stay in the car and catch up on my favorite viewing hobby.... Watching people. It is better than watching tv and people in parking lots is the best. They way they park, what they wear ,and what they say to each other.
First there is the old man having trouble parking his Camry between the lines and not on them. He needs two spots or help from one of those guys at the airport with a light in his hand guiding a plane to the gate. He gets out slowly and dents the car next to him with his door as he proceeds to open the back door of his car and out jumps a five year old boy who takes his grandpa's hand for what he hopes will be a fun day at the mall. Next came the two " older " woman dressed as teenagers in tight jeans and high heels probably on the hunt for some bargains followed by a gaggle of preteens who look they have just been let out school and were told that there were free phones inside the mall. they sprinted between cars giggling all the way. And last but certainly not least was the staple of every mall everywhere. Something that make malls the distinctive place that they have become. The herd of baggy ,dropping ,underwear showing pants, baseball sideways hat wearing , future of America, young men. Thousands of them parking low riding, loud mufflered, 95 Honda Civics.
I'm ready to leave when out comes the old man now almost dragging his crying grandson back to the car. Sometimes not all dreams come true at the mall.
As we leave the parking lot I wonder what somebody else sitting there car would think of a 60 something wearing shorts and a Hawaiian shirt as he limps thru the parking lot with dread on his face as he enters the mall. I guess everybody is somebody else's entertainment.
I'm in the parking lot at the mall. My daughter is inside shopping with a friend and I had no interest in galloping after them as the scampered from one shoe store to the next so I decided to stay in the car and catch up on my favorite viewing hobby.... Watching people. It is better than watching tv and people in parking lots is the best. They way they park, what they wear ,and what they say to each other.
First there is the old man having trouble parking his Camry between the lines and not on them. He needs two spots or help from one of those guys at the airport with a light in his hand guiding a plane to the gate. He gets out slowly and dents the car next to him with his door as he proceeds to open the back door of his car and out jumps a five year old boy who takes his grandpa's hand for what he hopes will be a fun day at the mall. Next came the two " older " woman dressed as teenagers in tight jeans and high heels probably on the hunt for some bargains followed by a gaggle of preteens who look they have just been let out school and were told that there were free phones inside the mall. they sprinted between cars giggling all the way. And last but certainly not least was the staple of every mall everywhere. Something that make malls the distinctive place that they have become. The herd of baggy ,dropping ,underwear showing pants, baseball sideways hat wearing , future of America, young men. Thousands of them parking low riding, loud mufflered, 95 Honda Civics.
I'm ready to leave when out comes the old man now almost dragging his crying grandson back to the car. Sometimes not all dreams come true at the mall.
As we leave the parking lot I wonder what somebody else sitting there car would think of a 60 something wearing shorts and a Hawaiian shirt as he limps thru the parking lot with dread on his face as he enters the mall. I guess everybody is somebody else's entertainment.