Monday, August 07, 2006
Near where I live, they've built one of those new-fangled "outdoor shopping malls." You know what I mean: It's just like a traditional, indoor shopping mall, except that as you go from store to store you have to dodge automobile traffic, and you don't have little amenities like air conditioning and shelter from the rain. In the old days we used to call these "shopping plazas," but apparently the word "plaza" carries a stigma that "mall" does not.
Anyway, it was at this new outdoor shopping mall that I saw this storefront, announcing the pending arrival of a new tenant:
"Could it be?" I thought, my hope rising and my heartbeat racing. It didn't seem that far-fetched. With the world going to Hell in a handbasket, wouldn't it make sense for Justice, with her blindfold, scales and sword, to adopt a new business model and set up shop in malls? Would Justice, indeed, be coming soon? Would all be made right, for once? I could hardly wait.
Alas, it is not to be. Justice, it turns out, is a chain store that sells clothing for girls.
I am so disappointed.
Does one buy and/or sell 'Justice'? I thought it was dispensed, like bad, weak, stale coffee from a clunker of a machine into a leaking substandard paper cup.