Tuesdays At the Mall

Every Tuesday, me and the guys meet at the mall to buy our very own substitute for pizza. After buying too much pizza on Tuesdays only, we decided to go make the right combination of butter bread and chicken wings from Shoprite and occasionally bought chips. We were 5 originally and sometimes 6 or and on rare occasions 4 guys. It’s an all guys affair. We’d crack jokes and make a lot of dirt and waste while eating. It never feels routine even though it was the same thing all the time. Maybe someone’s shoes were funny or someone with no dogs at home would gather what we thought were bones and say they’re for his dogs. Even after gathering bones, we still made as much mess as we could and didn’t care on the car park. Sometimes we’d put what we could in trash cans but it was never a conscious effort but one day, one of the guys was too bent on cleaning up even bread crumbs. I kept asking what was wrong till when another guy couldn’t keep it to himself, he broke out in laughter confessing ‘Mr. Cleaner’s’ shin was bruised by a security man’s baton earlier on and that alone was reason enough to not litter the mall.

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