this happened maybe 6 years ago? when my brother worked at the Brainwash cafe/laundromat in San Francisco, which means I spent a disproportionally large amount of my free time hanging out in a laundromat.
What happened at the mall was that once I ate a bunch of pot cookies and decided it would be a good idea to go to the mall (it’s not) because I like those crappy Mrs. Field’s cookies and I really wanted to get the cookie that’s the size of a cake but instead I got lost and couldn’t get out then I cried in the girl’s bathroom. Say no to drugs, kids! And the mall.