The Malls of My Dreams The countdown clock had less than a minute remaining. My legs were all pins and needles, like they had fallen asleep. Moving myself forward, let alone the cart, seemed impossible. I could see the finish line. There was a black-and-white checkerboard strip on the ground and a red ribbon with the word “Winner” emblazoned in white letters. I imagined breaking through the ribbon with my cart. How wonderful it would feel to be hoisted on the shoulders of the crowd, celeb...
