MaLL WaLkeR (vs) MaLL RaT

Let’s face it, folks. East-Town Mall has seen better days.
I visited the local mall yesterday in order to get three inches of my hair chopped off. As I sat waiting for my turn in the beauty seat, I engaged in some habitual people watching, one of my favorite sports. During this time, I noticed only two types of people. First, there were a plethora of mall-walkers. It seems that, as the weather becomes less pleasant, the one thing this mall is good for is exercise. At least a dozen pairs passed me by in the short time I loitered outside the hair salon.
The second type of individual I noticed were little punks in their early teens, or mall-rats as I will classify them. These “young adults” seem to have nothing better to do than stroll the mall endlessly or simply hover in one place until they decide that the soda machine is no longer the cool place to be. Their dress, as well as their behavior, is characteristic of their title. According to the woman that scissored my hair, the presence of such mall-rats is not uncommon.
As I left the mall and ran my fingers through my freshly cut hair, I pondered one question. Who would win in a battle to the death? The team of mall-walkers or the gang of mall-rats? I would definitely be rooting for the walkers. However, after careful thought, I’d have to put my money on the rats. Sadly, the lurking hoodlums are more intimidating.*
*(I think that may have something to do with too much eyeliner and too little parental guidance.)