I ventured inside an old-school mall today, a trek I rarely make, on a mission to exchange an Xmas gift. Of course I head to one end of the ginormous building, thinking I remembered where the store was — which naturally meant the store was on the opposite side of the world. I discovered this on a handy map kiosk, a twin of which I passed merrily by on the way in, because I remembered where the store was. Ahem.
As I backtracked, I reflected on how little time I spend in malls nowadays compared to my teenage years, which mostly coincided with the Reagan years. Having a family, a house, a job, and a life really serve to reduce your mall exposure. ;)
Just then, the mall PA system started playing a Cure song: “Friday, I’m in Love.” Pretty loud, too.
Now, granted that this song came out in 1992 (if I’m not mistaken), but the thought of a mall playing any Cure song actually loosened space-time’s grip on me long enough to allow a brief trip to the 80s and a sudden flashback to where the nearest Licorice Pizza used to be. Not inside the mall, oddly enough, nor right across the street as I initially thought, but across the street from the other mall a few miles down the road.
The Eurythmics came on next, which really didn’t help matters:
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