There was this mongoloid black kid whose guardians would turn him loose in the mall i worked in and while we were smoking down by the box office he would come up to us, leaning his whole torso on a shopping cart and pushing himself along with his legs. He always would point to Bradlee's and ask "WAHT STORE IS DIS?" with an angry look on his face, and we would tell him it's Bradlee's and he would just look disgusted and shake his head and leave, or sometimes ask again in a more earnest tone. It seemed like he was waiting for the secret "real" answer and I figured I could trick it out of him, so one day when he came up and was opening his mouth to ask I quickly asked him the what store Bradlee's was. He got really, really upset and started yelling and slamming his cart into the box office until his guardian came and got him.
