T.S. Quint: "How is it that I go from the verge of hot Floridian sex with Brandi to Man of Steel coital debates with you in the food court?"I don't know about you, but I hate shopping malls. The crowds, the high prices, the pushy salespeople. It's enough to make you want to commit seppuku... or, at the very least, scream. Very loudly.
Brodie Bruce: "Cookie Stand isn't part of the food court."
T.S. Quint: "Of course it is."
Brodie Bruce: "The food court is downstairs. The Cookie Stand is upstairs. It's not like we're talking quantum physics here."
T.S. Quint: "The Cookie Stand counts as an eatery, eateries are part of the food court."
Brodie Bruce: "Bullshit. Eateries that operate within the designated square downstairs count as food court. Anything outside of said designated square counts as an autonomous unit for mid-mall snacking."
However, malls have played a part in our lives at one point in time or another. Maybe you shopped at one for a gift for a significant other or you worked in one or, perhaps, you were a "shiftless layabout" mallrat wandering around one with no shopping agenda whatsoever.
Whoever you are, go show your respect by giving back to the edifices that have supported you in your shopping/employment/ratting endeavors throughout the years.
Eat in the food court.
Get yourself a greasy slice of pepperoni'd heaven or the world's mealiest gyro or some orange-hued fried rice. Whatever your poison, dump a few bucks back into the cogs of commerce.
While you're there, can you buy an Auntie Anne's pretzel for me? There's no way in hell I'm setting foot in my mall. Blech. No.