I went to the Mall of America yesterday (I know, I know, what was I thinking) and while I was there I came across a man living in a glass box. (I did not tap on the glass!) He had encouraged a line of pre-teen boys to play air guitar with him, shades of Jack Black in School of Rock. All the while he lept on furniture and bounced around. I wish this man and his experiment well, but I must admit my mind couldn't help but think this was the perfect situation for a closed-room murder. Wonder what it's like being at the Mall after closing?