I have just spent the last 4 hours of my life folding clothes. And hanging clothes. For other people.
Next to me are trolley loads of other clothes that I need to hang. But I can't get to them - the people coming into my fitting rooms keep dumping unhung clothes on me, and I have to do them first.
[People, please, an extra minute of you hanging up the clothes saves me 3 hours]
Anyway, thats not the point. Finally its died down a bit. I've only got three trolley loads left, and oh, a couple walks in. They've got a pair of shorts.
"Can my girlfriend come in with me? I want her to see what this looks like"
Sure, I say. People do it all the