When I was a kid and the family needed something, like an appliance or a bedspread, we went to The Mall. Usually before we made the big drive and the half day commitment, mom and dad looked through the paper for coupons or sales ads. Of course, I loved going to The Mall: the lights, the high ceilings, the smell of just-off-the-truck merchandise. My parents probably didn’t enjoy it as much. They worked all of the time and their free time was precious. Further, how could they know they were getting the best deal? How could they know if the brand they bought would last? Dare I label this as “slow” shopping?