Oooooh. Guys, I’m so embarrassed… I’ve been paying for stuff at the front.

I loved your mom, yet she was not mine. I wanted to take that hot item and check her out. I even asked an associate for assistance, yet she was still not mine. C’est la vie.

So I headed to the home improvement section and found contentment with a metallurgically deficient tool.

Any item, eh? Take the sign.

You want it? It’s yours my friend, as long as you have enough rubies.

Is that Moss in Toronto? Or no, not Moss, the place next to it.

Kinda funny, posting that instruction makes you think of the alternative (just stuffing it in your purse or whatever) as much out of annoyance as anything… seems counterproductive