1986.

I generally loathe malls, but in the 80s they had one great thing going for them. Flavored popcorn. I loved that stuff in all of its day-glo color glory. On a recent stroll down Rustaveli Avenue's giant sidewalks, I spied a popcorn shop selling a whole rainbow of flavors. I automatically, and without thought, sprinted over the threshold. A few minutes later and I was crunching my way through cherry, lime, orange, blueberry, chocolate.

Ironically, I had been humming Walk Like an Egyptian all morning long. (A song which I'm fairly certain is still playing at a random mall in America, right this minute.) Oh-a-oh...