After that and then the grocery store, I bike up to a chain big box store to try to get a bathing suit and maybe some sandals, since my sandals broke and my bathing suit got a tear in the butt in it over Memorial Day weekend.
It's like 40 minutes till close on a slow weeknight, and as I go up the escalator to the second floor, when I turn to go to the men's section, it's now the boys' section, and I notice there's a mechanical cherrypicker moving signage, and a higher number of employees around here and there putting racks of clothing on pallets.
After I go pick out some bathing suits to go try on, I talk to one (late 30s) (black) (female) employee with a pallet, to see if I can get someone to open the dressing room.
"And why is all this going on?", I was like.
"We're remodelling all this month," she was like. "And tonight's a big night, by tomorrow that dressing room will be over there in the corner."
"No way!", I was like. "That means I could be the last person ever to change in that dressing room. I got to take a picture and put that shit on Facebook."
At that, she laughed.
Finally, when another (black) (female) employee came to let me in to the dressing room, I made the same joke.
"I'll be like, 'Time for a selfie!'", and mugged as I mimicked holding a smartphone out, as we chit-chatted outside the dressing room.
Again, an employee laughed.
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