Dear Woodgrove Mall,

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Everytime I visit you I find absolutely nothing I like or would purchase, ever. Yet, somehow, you keep drawing me back with the false promise of items I may not have discovered the last time I visited you. Your stores cater to 15 year old trend followers who can't think for themselves which is ironic because that's exactly who you've hired to work at said stores. So until some foolish time in which I forget how much I can't stand you or get dragged into you by a girl or friend or combination of those two words. Goodbye forever, until next time.

Sincerely,

Joe Guitar