Sometimes I wonder what the mannikins think of us as we walk by their windows. I’ve tried to put myself in their position (to empathize, if you like), but store clerks don’t like when I do that.
If a mannikin is young, shouldn’t we call it a kiddikin?
What happens to mannikins when they die? I have a theory. I think they end up in the windows of art supply stores, like these skulls I saw at Curry’s.
When the stores close, do the mannikins come out of the windows and socialize with one another? I hope so. Otherwise, retail space would get pretty boring.
But enough with the mannikins. I’m more interested in real people, or at least in people who are marginally less fake. A liquor store is a good place to find real people. When people drink too much, they become incredibly real.
There are lots of things you can shop for besides underwear and wine. I wonder if you can get gift cards at the 24 hour adult mart. I could buy some as stocking stuffers for my friends and family. They’re having a blowout. That sounds interesting.
I want some honey for my money.
