I turned around in the hallway, swung by Sears and the CVS. Before I knew it I was striding past Hollister, up and down the short Macy's hall, then out again into the main space where Santa sits. I passed the Apple store, the Talbots and the Williams and Sonoma.
It wasn't exactly Fifth Avenue, but I was speeding through what passes for commerce and public space in my part of the world.
How strange to fast-walk halls so often clogged with window shoppers and pre-teens. It was empowering. I had no intention of buying anything. I was, in a strange sort of way, beating the system.
Is this what all mall walkers feel? If so, bring it on!