Mall People

One of my first jobs was working in the paint department at Sears in the early 1980s.  There were people, mostly elderly, whom we saw regularly.   We called them “mall people,” and their lives seemed to revolve around going to the mall, looking at things, and talking to clerks.

Some we saw every day.

That was when it first hit me how cruelly isolating our culture can be.


2 thoughts on “Mall People

  1. …from a preferred isolationist…

    I have always, stress ALWAYS, been sensitive to those who seem to be looking for contact, for relatability… I have been well aware how “normal” it is to not only be social but to be available to others… and I make sure that they understand that we have connected in the few moments that our paths cross…


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