Later, and a few streets on, we discovered ‘Cyber Dog’. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it, but for those who haven’t, it’s this huge neon-coloured store that has... ahem hem ‘erotic’ robotic silver statues all over the place; gizmos here, there and everywhere; and dancers on the ceiling.
Anyway, I saw the sound activated t-shirts and started screaming at them, like we’d done in the other shop.
It was at this point that a gorgeous shop assistant came over, tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I was okay.
Turns out, they weren’t light up tops. They were your average, bog-standard tops.
And I was just screaming at the clothes rack like a not-all-there moron with anger management problems!
OH THE SHAME!!
IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING THAT I LITERALLY CAN’T PUT IT INTO WORDS...
I think I mumbled something about confusion and tiredness and blah de blah excuses before I basically ran out of the shop.
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