I have lots of time to people watch at my mall job. The behaviors of the average mall denizen seem to be multiplied in the Mall of America. I saw a woman today with several small children - 3 or 4, they were running around too fast for me to really get a fix on them - who had actually developed a tic in her right eye. One other woman collapsed next to the croc. Turned out she had been shopping for going on 12 hours. I don't do anything for 12 hours, not even sleep.
My favorite characters are the mass consumers with the glazed looks in their eyes. They are the ones that you can load all the crap in the store on, and they will just buy it. Without ever batting an eyelash.