Shopping malls are in a dirty state
DO YOU know whenever I go shopping (which is every day) at a Durban mall, I have to return home, wash my feet, wipe the soles of my sandals and virtually change my clothes?
Covid? No. I’m uncertain, but doubt if those creepy crawlies from China or Clairwood can kill that way. Go and examine the parking areas, especially on the ground floors, and squirm in agony as you step out of your car, uncertain what your shoes or sandals are stepping on. A leaking radiator? Aircon condensate from other vehicles? Dumped cold drink?
Unlikely. Because it strangely smells like… yes... you guessed it! And if you happens to end up squeezing your i10, as small as it is, into a corner space with a wall alongside the driver’s side, try climbing out the driver’s seat and walking without scraping the wall. So what’s so bad about touching it? It’s certainly not electrified or anything. But it could be a urine post.
In fact, some dirty streaks here and there tell some untellable tales. Of indelible uric acid stains. Oh, and returning from the spick-and-span and spotless shopping area, with your bags of hygienic foodstuffs untouched by human hands, or at least touched by hopefully sanitised ones, one has still to place these holy bags on the ground before opening the boot and loading them All those sanitised bags have just touched ground double zero, close to a yes, you said it. Shrug shoulders, now. And go home safely please. That’s a priority of course.
By the way, don’t even think of taking the stairs if the escalator or elevator are out of commission, which actually happens 25/27, compliments of Eskom. Of course, the entire parking
floors converts into a full-scale working prototype toilet when all indoors are locked for the night.
Nothing special or specific or personal with the mall mentioned. It just happens to be my regular joint and favourite point of call. I doubt if other malls are any better. The reason is clear. No extra income generated from those dead areas. So no need to clean.
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