The Mall

I like to hang around the mall. I can stay there for hours. Staring. You've probably seen me.
I like the mall. Sometimes they try to move me on but they know I'll always come back, so they quit bothering me in the end.
I like to watch people. I try to smile at them and make eye contact but they always seem to ignore me, which makes me sad. One day I will make them pay attention.
Shopping carts are good. When no-one is looking I loosen the wheels so they don't go in a straight line. I also like to leave rubbish in the bottom of them.