Besides, shopping is therapy. Nothing beats the feeling of well-being that comes from handing over that credit card and receiving your goodies in a nice, bulky packet. King of the world, and all that. And then sitting in the food court, nursing a frappe or a sinfully unhealthy snack. That’s the life—or at least the anasthesia.
On that note, it’s been a long time since I visited Landmark. At least a day…