I knew a girl in high school who worked a variety of mall
jobs. First she worked in a chain store called The Petite Sophisticate (known
in mall-shopper parlance as “The Little Bitch”), then she worked in the Spencer
Gifts next door, and finally wound up down the hall at the Peanut Shack. She
and I began to refer to this career maneuver as “moving left in the world.”
