Why I Like the Mall

I used to hate the mall and
now I like it!

I was sitting on a mall bench entertaining my toddler son while my wife was shopping. Something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I turned my head and about fifty feet away was something you didn’t see walking around the mall every day. A chick was walking towards me with one boob hanging out of her shirt. I was floored, amazed, and watched in disbelief. I thought to myself “the mall is good, we must shop more often.” Apparently the chick’s shirt was a little loose and she was free-boob’n it. The shirt must have swung to the side and….. pop went the booby. She walked about forty feet before her friend pointed out the escapee. She put her hand up to her mouth, giggled at her friend, pulled her shirt over, and kept on walking like nothing had ever happened. My initial thought was that she must be a stripper and was so used to being nude that it didn’t faze her. I would have “hated” to see what she would have done riding the carousel located in the food court of this particular mall…..there were lots of shiny poles. I have been to the mall many times since that fateful day never to see the event reoccur. Needless to say the mall has been a little more enticing ever since, well at least intriguing. So why do I like the mall?.....one word…..BOOBS!