I have just spent the last 4 hours of my life folding clothes. And hanging clothes. For other people.
Next to me are trolley loads of other clothes that I need to hang. But I can't get to them - the people coming into my fitting rooms keep dumping unhung clothes on me, and I have to do them first.

[People, please, an extra minute of you hanging up the clothes saves me 3 hours]

Anyway, thats not the point. Finally its died down a bit. I've only got three trolley loads left, and oh, a couple walks in. They've got a pair of shorts.

"Can my girlfriend come in with me? I want her to see what this looks like"

Sure, I say. People do it all the time.
So they walk in.

I call the front desk. I am out of hangers. Need more hangers.
My super supervisor says "Sure, I'll send some over".

An old lady walks in. She has too many clothes. I tell her shes only allowed five, she can swap them over later. Ok, she says, and brings in the clothes.

I've forgotten about the couple in the other room. They've been in there for fifteen minutes. Surely it doesn't take 15 minutes to try on a pair of shorts?

Suddenly i hear a banging coming from their cubicle.

I wonder if they're alright.

I walk over and before I have a chance to knock, I hear moaning.

Guess they're alright.

OMG WTF DO I DO?!?!! THEY'RE NOT MEANT TO BE DOING THAT IN THERE.....

ok... righteo, I have composed myself and decided to ignore whatever is happening in there. *cough*

The old lady should almost be done with her clothes soon... where are my hangers?

The banging is continuing in the other fitting room...

Ooh, my supervisor has sent the cute little boy - must be a new kid - to give me hangers.

In that exact same second the old woman walks out.

Naked.

"I want to get the other clothes" she says

I am blind. Oh no, I must rescue the poor kid!!! OH NO.

Too late.

"Jannette, I've bought you your hang-AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

I've managed to blind the poor boy forever. He will have nightmares until his dying days.

Maybe I will too...

"Please just take the clothes" says I.

The couple (40 minutes later) have finished what they were doing. They handed me back the shorts.

I didn't want to touch them.

I politely wrote them off as damaged stock.

Be nice to the girl in fitting rooms. There's a 100% chance she may have gone insane.