As we entered, wheeling the chair along, we were almost immediately noticed by one of the mall staff. He approached us, brow furrowed, staring at the chair.
'You can't have this.'
'Why?'
'You just can't.'
We were stunningly angry at him for this. So much so, we started stamping at the ground. We went so far as to ask to look at the mall rules, and, sure enough, there were no rules against it. This guy was trying to screw us over. Though he said not to, we did what we had thought was the only rational choice. We continued wheeling the chair through the mall. We went up the small group of stairs leading to the elevator, lugging along the chair around behind us. The girls disagreed with our choice, but we really didn't care. Once we were up there, we had visited a few stores. It must have been a site to see, five children visiting feminine clothing stores, carrying a wheeling chair.
We had fun while it lasted. Just a few minutes later, a security guard had somehow gotten word of our misdeeds and scurried quickly through all the clothing stores, searching for a group of kids carrying a chair and a small piece of paper. Eventually, he found us, in Victoria's Secret, no less, and promptly told us to get the chair out of the mall, or else be ejected. Much to the annoyance of everyone else with us, my friend Sam and I were forcibly ejected from the mall. What were we going to do?
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