Lying awake in the middle of the day, in a gray sweater. And unsure whether or not this shirt that fits me is HOT, or if it's just a bomb as dead as a rock.
But at these rock bottom prices, the vice is too good to pass by. But if I decide to buy, what will I do if people start to intrude on my right to wear the stupid shit that I wear? And if they don't even care? Then where will I be, lying here at the feet of this slightly impatient clothing store employee?
"Mister," she'll say, "if you're not gonna pay, then won't you just go away? You've been here all day, and I have to stay to set up this display, and you're in the way... wait, why are you on the floor in the first place?"
It helps me think, I think. My shrink told me to try it, and though I don't really buy it--the psycho mumbo jumbo (and especially the diet)-- I'm not one to knock those smarter than me. Nor mock those different than me, which coincidentally, is why I'm here. You see lady, I'm queer, and I have this fear of falling out with my father if he ever discovered I don't like to bother with beaus of the other sex.
So rather than vex myself with complex creations of situations that'll never come to pass without him beating my ass, I thought I'd give your store a chance. You see, I want to replace all my "straight" clothes with things a bit more "haaa-aay!". Something to discretely repeat to him, "Daddy, I'm gay!" until it sticks in his brain. And looking around, I found this shirt right here. And so I settled down on the ground, as per my prescription of "sittin' and thinkin".
I guess I got caught up in what others would wonder if I wore this else where from when I'm with my father. So Miss, would you mind advising me? Please?
I'll admit that I'm new to this "S&M" business.