The other day, as I was returning home from school, I took a shortcut through Kings Place Mall. In case you've never been there, it's a very small mall with just a smattering of stores. Anyhow, on my way out, I met a thin, headbanger-looking dude with a mullet. He slumped along, with a greasy ballcap atop his equally greasy hair, and skintight faded blue jeans thinly covering his scrawny physique. Behind him strolled a large, unkempt woman in stirrup pants and a trés 80s studded denim jacket.
The woman looked around at the drug store, the pub, and the travel agency, then said to Mullet Man, "Whoa. This is a cool mall!"
Mullet Man nodded voraciously. "Yeah!" he agreed.
I'm wondering just how small a town someone has to come from and just how sheltered a life someone's lived to be impressed by Kings Place. West Edmonton might cause them to go into nuclear meltdown....
The woman looked around at the drug store, the pub, and the travel agency, then said to Mullet Man, "Whoa. This is a cool mall!"
Mullet Man nodded voraciously. "Yeah!" he agreed.
I'm wondering just how small a town someone has to come from and just how sheltered a life someone's lived to be impressed by Kings Place. West Edmonton might cause them to go into nuclear meltdown....
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