My three hours in the mall flew by like seven. Bone-weary—or was I just deathly bored?—I stopped in The Clubhouse for a nice chicken piccata. There, I chatted with the cute bartender, who pointed out a $200-per-shot cognac. "Why don't they just give that money to charity?" he asked, properly appalled. Because it isn't the American Way.
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