Penneys - where bags are worth more than their content (almost)

Staring at my badly treated t-shirt and at my socks which look as if they suffered from roseloa (don't ask me where these pinkish spots come from! Biting traces of the washing machine, probably!), I decided to go shopping.
There are no cheaper clothes than the ones at Penneys. And people treat them as such! So, typical Penneys customers shuffle innocently out of the fitting rooms, but as soon as they have passed the observing shopassistant, they quickly fling everything that doesn't fit over the nearest clothes rail or even onto the floor. Honestly, it's amazing how good they are at this! I followed a stout lady pushing a pram, and when she was about to leave the shop - and the security agent was looking the other way - she catapulted everything she had carried on her arm onto the poor umbrellas near the entrance. But how gracefully she did it! Respect! With elegance that revealed years of training.
Thus, you'd better not linger at Penneys. Don't think about buying, just do it. Or you might be considered inventory and therefore belong to the target...

Well, well, dear all: I will spend the following week walking (or rather swimming) parts of the Wicklow Way. So - no new posts for a week. But it would be nice if you stayed with me!