An A-mall-ing Lack Of Attention
(My house is right across the street from a strip mall which, while occasionally convenient, doesn’t have a grocery store. I’m waiting at a bus stop so I can go to a different mall, which does sell food, when a very nice taxi driver parks beside the bus stop.)
Taxi Driver: “Do you need a ride somewhere?”
Me: “Yes, thank you.”
(I get in the cab and this happens.)
Taxi Driver: “Where would you like to go?”
Me: “Not too far, just to [Mall across the street].”
Taxi Driver: “That’s right here; can’t you walk?”
Me: “Not that mall, I mean the one with [Grocery Store].”
Taxi Driver: “What mall is that?”
Me: “Well… um… It has [Restaurant exclusive to that mall].”
Taxi Driver: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Me: “I’ll take the bus. Sorry about that.”
Taxi Driver: “That’s okay.”
(I got out of the cab. That’s when it occurred to me that I didn’t know the name of the mall where I had been buying my food for four years. I started paying more attention after that.)
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