Sensory Overload at the Mall!

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photo by Mason Kolb

So much to see, so much to do. You’re lucky to observe most of it, as it is nearly impossible to observe all of it.

Mason Kolb, Staff Reporter

So much happening in the blink of an eye, you’re certain to miss most of it. A couple walking left, two friends walking right, a family of four strolling right behind. This may come off as a recipe for chaos, but for St. Matthews Mall, it’s just a regular Saturday.

As I look at the food court tables, I can’t seem to find one open spot. Directly in front of me, a man wearing a light gray hoodie sits across from a woman wearing a cheetah print blouse.

Numerous restaurants catch my eye — and nose. Subway, Chick-fil-A, Red Brick Pizza, Chinese food stations. The rich flavors emanate through the area, combining to create something indescribable. So many options to choose from, with each eatery having a line longer than the next. 

This may come off as a recipe for chaos, but for St. Matthews Mall, it’s just a regular Saturday.”

Every corner, every direction — movement and people. A woman in an all-black tracksuit and white Nikes holds hands with a man in a Champion sweatshirt and black sweatpants. People walk past me, continuing conversations or just strolling. The banter between shoppers echoes throughout the mall.

Another store — Lolli and Pops — catches my attention. I guess you could say I caught its attention, as a woman in a striped apron and white button down stands outside the store offering me a free sample. I happily grab the red Gummy Bear and carefully chew the concoction. The rich cherry very much complements the gummy texture.

Moving on, I see All-Star Sports — or should I say hear All-Star Sports? Rap music blares from the store.

Then I see the water fountain, a mall highlight. Two streams run north to south. Multiple horsehead sculptures spew water from their mouths. A woman with long black hair talks to a man with a black adidas sweatshirt. They seem to enjoy the fountain.

At the bottom of the fountain sit coins of different colors — from nickels to dimes to pennies to quarters, piled so close to one another.

Turning from the coins, another smell grabs me — a rich, buttery flavor, along with a mix of caramel delight — fresh popcorn from a stand across from the fountain.

As I approach one of the exits, I take one last look — a  woman with a ponytail, a black tank top and light blue leggings is accompanied by a child wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt. So much to see, so much to do. You’re lucky to observe most of it, as it is nearly impossible to observe all of it.