After school today I headed to the mall to pick up a few things, including lunch. As I walked through the parking lot, my phone rang and I dug through my bag (as usual) trying to find it. By the time I walked through the front doors of the mall, I was engrossed in my conversation. I know the mall layout like the back of my hand, so I was barely paying attention as I made my way to the food court.
Suddenly, I heard a bizarre sound. A misplaced sound. Something that didn’t belong in a mall.
Like a deer in headlights, I froze. In my suburban mall I was standing in front of a train. Like a full-on, clanging bell-guy in conductor’s uniform-choo choo train. No tracks, just wheels, driving around the mall. And it almost ran me over! What the heck?! I thought.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you, Marisa. But I am standing in the mall and a train is about to run me over. I’m going to have to call you back…” I trailed off.
(No, I have no IDEA what was going on. Or why we have a train giving rides in the mall. Too bizarre!)