Terminal.

".......and one day, Chantelle, in many years time, you will be parking your car in this very car park. You too will trudge through the mall with your vacuous husband in the vain hope of finding a bargain. And you will buy your pointless Count On Us ready meals and gulp down that tepid milk that Starbucks call coffee. You will have your own children by then and the whole dreary and ultimately futile process of life will drag you along with it until its inevitable end."