It wasn't the parking lot that did it - but being pushed in the mall hallway between Victoria's Secret and Barnes and Noble. I was shoulder-checked, and the person didn't even bother to say I'm sorry or look back in my direction to see that I had fallen over backward. That's when I lost it. Red in the face, breathing heavily, I was suddenly filled with rage toward all of these people overcrowding the mall. The holiday mood was spoiled. The mall's lighting had become too bright, the cheery Christmas music blasting seemed a bit overkill. And if I could, I would have torn the wreaths, red ribbons and garland from the walls.