Can I get the General So's lunch special with hot and sour soup?

Skip the egg roll please.

Thank you.

Mall log, day 15.

I am now navigating the unruly communal waters of the mall's most terrifying space,

the food court. I've successfully procured my nourishment and now must face the most important decision of my lunch break.

Where to sit?

This dilemma is like my very own Aacombs Razer.

Note to self. Ask philosophy professor to explain what Occam's razor means.

I'd like to eavesdrop on some mall people, but I'd also like to keep a low profile. Let's see.

Table of pre-teen girls making friendship bracelets.

Avoid. Been there, done that last week. They spent the whole time talking about little

Romeo and who had the best hugs at school. The Mall Walkers, gathering for coffee before their daily lapse, sat next to them three days ago, and all they discussed were their medical conditions.

Bobby, clearly sitting in a cloud of his own fart.

Hmm.

The seasonal kiosk workers?

Are they having a meeting over slices of sparrow?

Oh my goodness. Are they are having a meeting over slices of sparrow?

Oh my goodness, this is the story I need.

What if they are unionizing or even better?

Making plans to sell those clip on bangs I saw in an infomercial last night.

Hi.

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