I have a new least favorite place to go. Today we had reason to step inside the Mall. At first it was delightful-air conditioned, relaxing and full of potential. We were on a mission. By the end of the trip, I felt as if we were dodging hawkers at every turn. No thank you, I don’t want to try a massage, smell your perfume, answer a few questions, curl my hair, play with remote control cars, get a new cell phone or learn another language. Seriously? The Mall used to be a place you could peruse at your leisure, looking at what interested you with no one to bother you. I am a pretty friendly person, but this didn’t bring out that side. I was friendly on the outside, but on the inside my defense mechanisms were going into overdrive. We were searching within a time constriction, not to mention financial! Let me shop in peace, please. Do I sound like the beloved Scrooge? Wait, there’s more… it is easy to go in perfectly content with your life. Then it starts with the smells. “Ohh, I didn’t know I needed a new candle ( pretzel, lotion, _______)” Suddenly we are all starving and in need of the smell of a fake Pine Christmas tree. What are your thoughts on the Mall?