The Mall

​The sound of the sacks, clinking of shoes, laughing children, and music. The smell of fabric, the clinking of hangers hitting their home of silver bars to be adopted by a new owner, and the noise of multiple conversations around you. The greasy fast food places that we so enjoy, and different individual stories everyone has around you. Walking past the multiple kiosk of perfumes, hair extensions and cellphone cases you overhear conversations from different age groups of people. The 2 middle aged women who are just there on their lunch break complaining about a co-worker, young couple fighting about leaving, kids crying about more ice cream from Baskin Robbins, the girl who goes from store to store to get out fast, and the people looking for a specific thing for an event and never find it. The beeping sounds of registers cashing out over a thousand different name brands of clothing, the woman in the dressing room slumping over her insecurities, or the cashier girl waiting for her shift to be over. Viewpoints from different people around you can be seen in this one place we call, a mall.