Think about how dangerous and bizarre Walmart would be if it were as poorly lit as Hollister.
I’d almost want that kind of experience.
Dim lighting, loud music, the feeling like you’re in some kind of jungle made of clothes where you see a retail worker peeking behind a tree made of shirts…except bigger and with more stuff I can afford.
“that’s the spirit” i say as i gesture to the spirit that’s been haunting my home for years. when will they leave or start contributing to the household by doing something like helping with laundry. when will they pay rent
