That reminds me of an en event a number of years ago. My wife and I were shopping for Halloween costumes at a shop in the East Village. We found a sexy outfit, but weren't sure it would fit her. The shop had no changing rooms, so I suggested we just find a corner and she should try it on. We found a doorway to the basement and she quickly stripped and started to put it on. A clerk walked up and said, "you can't do that here." She just said, "how else am I going to know it fits?" (there were no returns at that store) And put the thing on (it fit). Then just put her clothes back on with the clerk just standing there gob smacked.
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