Locked in the Mall

Before I tell you my story, I have an announcement to make. (No, I'm not pregnant - I don't think.)  Here's my announcement:  I passed hair inspection at the dance studio!  Do you remember the utter failure I was at my first attempt to get my daughter's hair in the appropriate hairdo for the competition dance team?  Well, I redeemed myself today.  The owner said it looked good, and I passed!  Yay me! 

Okay.  Now for the story.

"Mom," my daughter said last night.  "I'm out of clothes.  Nothing fits.  We have to go shopping."

"Now?" I asked, looking at the clock.  "It's late.  The mall will be closing soon."

"I need clothes," she said.  "We have to go now."

I sighed.  "All right. Fine. Let's go."

We drove to the mall and went in.  We had fifteen minutes until it closed.  "This is not a good idea," I said.  "You never find something in fifteen minutes!"

"Yes, I will!"

She didn't.

"Okay," I said.  "We have to get out of here."

"No, not until I find something!"

"We'll do this tomorrow.  Just wear what you have on now."

"Mom!"

I dragged the girl to the exit.  Except when we tried to get out, we couldn't.  The doors were locked.  We were stuck in the mall!

"Are you kidding?" I asked.

Long story short, we had to find the guard to let us out.  Could you imagine what it would have been like to have spent a night at the mall?  Major horror story!  Lesson learned - never listen to a tween!