Guy gets his naked picture taken, gets felt up, whatever. He boards his plane, flies to his destination.
He gets off the plane, rents a car and drives to Joe's Guns-N-Donuts. The guy buys a donut (glazed chocolate cake, no sprinkles), buys a gun.
He gets back into his rented car (a Toyota Camry, ice blue) and drives to a mall. He walks through the perfume cloud in front of Macy's, goes by the carts selling sunglasses and remote control helicopters. The guy eats his donut.
He shoots seven people, kills three of them--a mall walker guy, a woman who was looking for a goddamn pair of jeans that fit, and a 17-year kid in a droopy eminem tee.
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