Kitty khaos.

I've hit a couple vintage clothing stores here in Ann Arbor since I've been here. In the one I was just in, a Hello Kitty salesman dropped in to check on if the owner had seen his samples. He was a hipster with a thin close-shaved beard and a gut and a dirty t-shirt and longer green cargo shorts, and he had a primo metal briefcase with his samples of jewelry and wallets. He had this whole spiel and was talking about how vintage clothing stores and Hello Kitty go together but surprisingly Ann Arbor is an underserved area for Hello Kitty merchandise. Surprisingly, there was confusion since it turns out that in the few days since he'd dropped off his samples a different Hello Kitty salesman had also been by and droppped off some samples.