I might be the only person who’s tickled by mini-malls with names. The idea, I assume, is to create a sense of space… albeit for a place in which no one thinks of as a space. Aside from panhandlers, pimps, pushers, and prostitutes; I doubt that anyone has ever made a day of hanging out at a mini-mall. People drive or walk to them, do their business, and then drive or walk home. No one goes to a mini-mall with more than one purpose in mind. No one, in other words, does a load of laundry, grabs a bite to eat at 7-Eleven, takes care of business at the T-Mobile Store, has dinner at the Thai place, and then heads back to the 7-Eleven for a 40oz that they enjoy in the alley behind. It’s also almost impossible, then, to imagine anyone ever referring to a mini-mall by their pointless and comically pretentious names… although it amuses me to imagine a scenario in which someone asks what I’m up to and I reply, “Oh, just hanging out at Premier Plaza, you know” as if expecting them to know what I’m talking about.
…to be continued!