"What?" (I said as I snapped some photos.)
"You caint take pitchers in the mall."
"Why?"
"You caint take pitchers."
I raised my eyebrow into the "you didn't answer my damn question" position.
He put his hand on his "holster" of what I assume was pepper spray.
I nodded toward a nearby common area where a family who clearly had never been to a mall before was madly snapping photos of each other. "So no one can take photos in this mall? Or is it just me?"
"You caint take pitchers of stores."
"Really? I guess you have to put me in mall jail then." I laughed like I was joking, but I really wasn't because I thought it might be fun to be "detained" by the mall police. Can you call them police? They can't carry firearms.
He walked away, presumably to go tell the family from Bumf*ck, NC, that they "caint take pitchers in the mall." I snapped a few more before putting my camera away, just to be a bitch.