A foreign culture?

Did you know there's a huge shopping mall right next door to the Pentagon?!
I went there today, to stock up on cheap clothes and avoid a currency conversion charge. It was HUGE, like 7 stories, with crisscrossing escalators and more stores than in all of England. (Well, maybe not that many...). So I tried stuff on, struggled to remember my American jeans size, and let my small-town-Cambridge-adjusted eyes bug out at every window display. Then I got ice cream and hung out, watching the teenagers run around the mall like a playground and the Mall Walkers stroll around the mall like, well, a playground.
Ah, America.