Overwhelmed by the smell of Benson & Hedges, Grey Flannel cologne, and mothballs, you gaze pleadingly from the passenger side window. Your grandparents drove up from Richmond to visit and insisted on taking you to the mall. The only concession that was granted to you was being able to choose the alt-rock radio station (“at a reasonable volume level”) while the Buick with out of state plates lumbered slowly in the left-hand lane.