April 25, 2001
Living in a mall
I had to run a store in a mostly abandoned mall. Dad and I were the last ones there, so I went around with the keys to lock up. I found a folding wooden door that led downstairs that didn't looked like it ever had been locked. When I put the key in the lock, it came out the other side of the door, but still fit through. It wouldn't lock though. I checked both bathrooms to make sure there were no people left, and I found two fake blonde wigs.
I think this was in the same mall. There were about four homes in the mall: they had remodeled them into spacious rooms with high ceilings, etc. I was in one of them and I spotted a horrible light fixture. I commented to someone that even if I had enough money to fix up a fourth of the mall into a private residence, I'd still want to live somewhere else.
I was in the smallest Target in the world with Mari. They only had candy, toys (water guns primarily, and some Play-Doh), and gardening supplies. Mari got a florescent green plastic megaphone and screamed at a family, "We've got your daughter!" Then we had to run for it; we ran through through an emergency exit (and the alarm DID sound). After that door were public restrooms, and I thought that we could just loiter there until the situation blew over. Instead, we ran all the way outside to the car in the rain. I immediately got into the backseat. There was a fight over who got shotgun that held us up.