So far, my time in Christchurch this summer has involved many malls. Christchurch loves malls, because it is flat and lacks culture, thus making chain stores a popular choice for the unsophisticated citizen and the adorable tweens. I hate malls, mostly coz I hate people. I hate mall car parks the most; you have to drive slowly to avoid running people down (even though you get an extra 10 points if you hit a child or the guy in the wheel chair). Today, I loved going to the mall, coz this is what I saw:
Why is he allowed to drive? Why is he allowed to go to the mall?
Ruby: Your thoughts, please.