The Sharper Image

Funny thing always seems to happen at this store… After a day of long shopping, I’ll wander into the empty store where the ever cheerful overly bleached sales person will pounce on me to try to sell me something. So I flash a not so overly cheerful smile and hop into one of their massage chairs. Now I swear… it is a conspiracy. They have all the chairs by the front facing outside. I sit down, the overly bleached smiley sales person hits the start button and I enjoy the lovely massage. Apparently every other single husband/​bf/​male shopping companion who are wandering around outside looking bored while their female halves are swiping their plastic like there’s no return, all conveniently wander in.
Who ever does the marketing for Sharper Image is a freaking genius.
There’s nothing more effective than a pair of jiggling boobies displayed in the window.
Thank god I was just upstairs stocking up on my Vicky’s Secrets!
(Strangely enough, the once empty store is now filled with testosterone.)