Mall Cop.

We went to the mall today, to stimulate the economy, because I hate that all the stores are closing.  On the way in, I see all sorts of ruckus, and I wonder, "Is it safe?  Should we go in?  Let's turn around.  Forget it."  The fire alarms were going off, the strobe lights were flashing, and I was sure it was a seizure waiting to happen.  The previous time I was in this particular mall, I had a complex partial seizure, so I am a bit leery of things that make me feel icky, like strobe lights.  I know I am not triggered by lights, I am not that kind of "epileptic" seizure person, but I am always aware of potentials.

After being assured that it's "okay," as long as we "kept moving, don't stop here" we went along.  I was definitely interested in what was going on now, all sorts of movement, people, lights, sounds? 

Then, I stopped short and looked around at my surroundings, and thought I had lost my mind.  Christmas Trees?  Holiday Decorations?  What?

It was then, I realized the set chairs and people walking by in full make-up and the extras sitting around.  We had just walked through a movie set!