So, in the same mall where we abandoned our daughter for an hour of selfishness (see Reckless Abandonment), there is a store that just sells hangers. Right. Just hangers. Nope. Nothing but hangers.
Sure, I guess the mall has a bunch of clothing stores. Right, I suppose that if you buy a shirt or a dress you need to hang it up somehow. But… the business model is still lost on me.
The employee “hanging” around seemed pretty bored to me. But he probably needs to “hang” onto his job.