Take a stroll around the mall on a Friday afternoon, and lo and behold whom you see:
OK, OK, so it’s not really Justin Bieber. But you have to admit, that was a good trick to get you to read this post, and the cutout does look creepily three-dimensional, so it is a kind of sighting.
And speaking of creepy things, I’m curious what all of you think would be the creepier act: Me going back and actually purchasing pseudo-Bieber, or me paying to ride this around the mall:
(How is it that the mall train didn’t come into existence until after I finished a book set at the mall? Talk about bum luck.)
For what it’s worth, I think I’m already pretty creepy. I mean, I’m a 31-year-old man who just took a picture of a Justin Bieber cutout. That had to raise some eyebrows at the ol’ FYE.