“Uhhhhh…. I’m trying to see what this display looks like from different angles. See that dress, it looks completely different from over here.”
“Oh, I thought you might have been here to meet me…I mean you weren’t told to be here at this time or day?”
“No, just checking out this display. I’m actually here because this store has been getting some complaints about its display. Can’t you see how awful it is? Something really needs to be done. It’s all about how it looks as you walk by and when you are this end it has no draw for a customer.”
“I’ve never really thought about it that much. Well, sorry to interrupt. Good luck with fixing this display.”
Angie continued to pace back in front of the display, appearing to scrutinize the mannequins until one of the employees came out and asked if she was interested in one of the dresses on display. Angie quickly lied and said no thank you and proceeded to walk lightly, sexily, away.
Once she was out of the mall however, she began to stomp to the rhythm of “Why-Am- I-So-Stupid?!” oblivious to the stares of other mall goers trying to steer clear of her path. Angie was so intent on her stomping rhythm that she ran into that person who had witnessed her pacing in front of the display window. She was so startled to be taken out of her rhythm that she was not expecting the next question that was asked.
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