The Mall

"We can go to the mall." Marie said.

"THE MALL!?" Janice moaned. God, how lame could you get? Was she going to get dressed in some Nordstrom loser clothing? There'd be a bunch of the lame people from school who never left home. She hadn't been to a mall since she left!

"The Mall is a conformist haven for soulless consumers who have no individuality." Janice spouted something she'd heard at the bar one night. "We shouldn't support all those cooperate empires! Plus it's totally some 90's throwback crap. Nobody goes to the mall anymore"

"Janice, just stop." Marie sighed, holding up a hand. "I'm not inviting some uninformed lecture. I need to buy you clothes, and we're going to go to the mall. You have no say in the matter. If you want to be mad at anyone, be mad at yourself for your mistakes that lead to this situation."

Janice, not able to think of anything to say, just scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Fine." She agreed with a lazy shrug.

"Great!" Marie put on a happy demeanor again and led them out to the car...