Curse the size of this town! The selection has been thoroughly picked over, much like occurs when a new fad of terrible clothing people abandoned years ago arrives. Not only do the hipsters and trend chasers run rampant through the supplies those truly in need require, but the slightly better off have more opportunities to rummage through the scraps left behind by humanity than those who run through garments as though they were sanitary wipes. The remainders as of now are the flamboyant, colorful, and otherwise frill-filled, the thin-materialed, or those out of my price range. Unfortunate though it may be, this particular establishment accepts naught but cash payments, of which typical wallets are in short supply.
They do have a hat though. It’s a wide brimmed red hat, soft looking, and probably made of felt or some other material that would render it less than useful for protection from the elements. Those self-same properties would allow for ease of devouring should the process be necessary due to my incorrectness in some situation in which a party who cares about the keeping of one's words, even when they are spoken in jest, is present. Fortunately, it is a small enough item, financially, that the wallet’s contents would serve to pay for it in addition to whichever set of clothing I finally end up deciding to wear.
Price comparison of weight to dollars puts the flamboyant clothing ahead of the thin, grams per cent-wise. I’ll grab this, and that, and might as well grab a scarf as well. Plus the hat.
Just have to make sure not to smile, have the cash out and not the wallet at the check-out line, and I’ll be home free in no time flat. Holding the clothes out in front of me as I approach the register keeps the bulletholes in my attire in the background, as the cashier will be more focused on the articles being purchased than the individual doing the purchasing. No stress whatsoever in this corner. Once I have these bought, I’ll head into the changing room and get these on with haste.