Andy Gullahorn Green Hills Mall
A sixteen year old driver almost caught me in a crash trying to park her brand new Tahoe that she probably bought with cash that she saved from her allowance probably two three months that’s all.
Just another day at green hills mall.
I saw a mother push a stroller to the Gap Kids checkout line.
I was blinded by the diamond on the baby’s pacifier.
When they asked for cash or credit the butler gave his card.
Just another day at green hills mall.
I don’t want to be that rich
I have never been that rich.
Maybe if I was that rich I would understand what it’s like to drop ten grand on clothes and not be hurt at all.
Just another day at green hills mall.
I could feel her start to staring just as soon as I walked in thinking he looks like a lifter better keep an eye on him.
As I was walking out I heard her give security a call.
Just another day at green hills mall.
I don’t want to be that rich
I have never been that rich.
Maybe if I was that rich I would understand what its like to just buy caviar and feed it to my dog.
Just another day at green hills mall.
As I was looking over SUV’s to try to find my truck a silver haired old lady in a gold jaguar pulled up.
She handed me a dollar bill and keys to valet park.
Just another day at green hills mall.
I don’t blame her for her mistake.
The shorts and tennis shoes were a dead giveaway.
You can’t wear that stuff in that place unless you’re a power walker then its OK.
I twirled her keys around my finger thinking what would Jesus do.
You see he’s usually a giver but he’s been known to taketh too.
Now I’m the only dad in Bellevue with a jag in my garage to remind me of the green hills mall.
