I had the day off today.
So I went exploring.
I made the mistake of going into the pink poodle. Upon entering, a woman (wearing garish makeup that which would resemble an employee of Ringling Brothers) tells me that I CAN'T CHEW GUM INSIDE THE STORE. I look left, I look right, and I look left again (ya know, in case I missed the horror the first time) and not-so-kindly tell the lady, "Thanks, but I'm leaving here anyway".
This store is what would happen if a Barbie doll had a miscarriage with a bag of sequins.
No. Just...no.