A few years ago, I was the tag-along with my wife while she was store-hopping and trying on different clothes at several boutiques. My job was mainly to keep our daughter under control, who had recently started to walk and wanted up and down constantly. Walk a little, and then she wanted me to pick her back up. So while my wife was trying things on, I roamed all over the shops trying to keep the peace and avoid a meltdown.
At one particular shop, they had sundresses, rompers, and that sort of thing. My wife had an armload of "options" and headed to one of the two "dressing rooms", which looked like some modified shower curtain contraption. Essentially, a 360-degree circle with a community mirror to use on the outside.
There was another woman trying on clothes in the other changing area, and the salesgirl was helping her with different sizes, which meant I was the salesgirl for my wife. I was back and forth while trying to get our daughter to cooperate and let me carry her, which was only about 1/4 of the time. At one point, she was content sitting on the floor between the two changing areas, and I told my wife she was sitting and made a dash to grab a different dress. As I rushed back, I could see my daughter trying to stand up... and grabbing the other woman's curtain as she pulled herself up. I almost made it... before my daughter crashed to the floor, still holding the curtain. She ended up ripping half of it down with the lady standing nude in between changes. My daughter starts crying. She was fine but startled, and my wife whips her curtain open to help. I guess it is motherly instincts, but both of them (my wife and the other woman) could have cared less that they were naked and swooped in to comfort her. In reality, they probably tended to her for 30 seconds, but it seemed like minutes while it was happening.
I got the look from my wife... you know the one that says nothing and a thousand words at the same time. This other lady's changing area was completely wrecked, and apparently, once you stand naked with another woman, you become besties, so they crowded into my wife's area to get dressed. Once they were clothed, my wife took our daughter and made me figure out how to rehang the torn curtain while all four of them (my wife, naked lady, shopgirl, and my daughter) supervised
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