More inane questions.

Do we sell underwear?

Come on, people. Tell me you have eyesight. Tell me you've been to primary school and thus have a basic understanding of the concept of logic.

A note:

To The Man Parked Outside:

STOP STARING AT ME. I CAN SEE YOU. PERV.

Thank you.

The inane questions.

Do we sell shoes?

- Well, look around. Does it look like we sell shoes? Surely, logically, if we sold shoes, we'd have the mind to display them appropriately?

Do we sell hats?

- Same answer. We're not HIDING the hat shop we have conveniently attached at the back of our shop. Use your eyes and use your brains.

The Return of the Starers

I choose to make direct eye contact with them. The Starers. The ones that walk past the shop, stop, and then press right up against the glass as though their life depended on it. They scan all of our wares with their watchful eyes and then notice me watching them. They walk away, having seen and judged everything, me included. Starers, I CAN SEE YOU! Be subtle about it, please.