We seldom shop at the mall. And when we do, we usually make a day of it. Wifey and I visit a huge mall about twice a year; it’s about 26 miles from our place.
The last time we walked along the main floor of that huge place, we headed straight for my favorite book store.
It was just after opening time and whoever unlocked the doors had disappeared into the depths of the store.
I noticed a large white sign with big black letters, in the shop’s display window.
Wow, I thought, dashed inside the store and shouted as loud as I could: What’s wrong?