I just go because I like the shirts.
This perticular day the two ladies working were a bit pushy about fitting rooms. Must have been asked 3 or more times.
Kinda felt like that one guy who tried to take over Wayne Enterprises before Bane put him in check and killed him.
You're shopping? (Puts back of hand on my shoulder) do you FEEL...like you're shopping? Only when you've been in a fitting room do you have my permission to roam the store freely...
WTF BRAIN?!?