Dad’s mother would get up every day and go through all the motions as though she was going out. Only difference was she would put on her house dress rather than a dress she would wear to go out somewhere. Did that every day up until her last two years when she was bed ridden. Even then, she had to have her hair done and makeup on in case someone were to come visit.
I was a mall rat back in the 70’s when we got our second mall across from the Jr. High. Had one of my first jobs there, cleaning the multiplex theaters before school at that Jr. High. Would get picked up by the “foreman” at 4am and we would spend the next 2 or 3 hours cleaning, then off to school. Anytime we found money on the floor, it was ours to keep. Mostly change and a few ones. Found a couple of 20’s, a 50, and 100 over that time period. Had a few jobs in malls and continued to shop malls for years. When my wife and I were still on the fringe of dating (we both worked at the same place), on payday, we would always go to this little place in our mall that had the best quiche plates for lunch. Later on, it was an easy place to take the kids out to eat because everyone could get what they really wanted instead of what’s on one place’s menu. Been quite a few years since I have set foot in one. Couldn’t pay me to do it now.
Dad’s mother would get up every day and go through all the motions as though she was going out. Only difference was she would put on her house dress rather than a dress she would wear to go out somewhere. Did that every day up until her last two years when she was bed ridden. Even then, she had to have her hair done and makeup on in case someone were to come visit.