A Brief Summery of my Travels

Growing up in Wisconsin, this was actually the first time I'd been at the Mall of America. I took the lightrail, as I don't have a car. The voice over the intercom said, "Now arriving at the Mall of America" in its prerecorded tone. I was confused. Out my window was just a few buildings, nothing that looked like the fabled Mall. Then I had the sense to turn around. Oh, my. There it was. It was enormous. Not height wise, but the sheer volume was overwhelming. I entered. The tide of people rushed around me. It seemed like mostly families or groups of young teenagers for the most part. Having forgotten to eat breakfast, I was quite hungry at this time. I prowled around, looking for a tasty meal. The stores were mostly clothing and shoes, and I wasn't quite that hungry, so I found an escalator. Finally, a restaurant! It was some generic hamburger place though. Next to it was a Long John Silvers. Sorry hamburgers, you just can't compete. The complete stranger next to me decided to start a conversation regarding the menu. I was taken aback at first, but was able to put forth a decent conversation. It seems the Mall presents a sort of camaraderie. Friend, stranger, relative.. all are fellow MallGoers. After my meal (chicken and fish strips in tartar sauce) I rounded the corner. No. No, it couldn't be. I had entered a food court. Panda Express, Qdoba, Buffalo Wild Wings. But alas, I was full, having already dined on the Long John Silvers. Deeply saddened by this turn of events, I bought some candy for later and left. This Mall had offered my Panda Express and I hadn't even noticed until it was much too late. I couldn't bear to be in its presence anymore.