Today, I was ready for trouble.
All I wanted to do was buy a jacket but the only mirror was in the Men’s Fiting Room. I presumed this to be a turbulent area of semi-literate tributes to the male of the species.
I entered.
There was attitude, men in trunks and talcum powder everywhere.
Someone offered me a massage.
I declined.
I put the jacket over my shoulders.
Eye of the Tiger played in the background.
It was animal.
With a polyester lining.
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