Eyes On Us

It's a crowded Sunday. We step into the trial rooms' arena. Lucky enough to spot a vacant one, we quickly grab the chance to try selected pieces. Guarding the door, I assist my husband in making the final choices. 

We realize that few sizes do not fit and others don't look good. In a bid to not lose space, I let my husband stay there and bring a few alternates myself. That is also everyone else's strategy for now. I make a quick happy assumption - "We will hold on to the spot till we finalize the purchases"! 

I circle my thoughts and multi-task by suggesting the goods and bads to my husband, try my luck at getting discounts on the merchant's app, and feel pity for the lone shoppers, who don't have partners to hold their spots. They have to line up, every time they bring a new collection.

Now, the crowd is increasing and the passage is filling with impatient eyes. Two shoppers stand beside me, getting irritated every time my husband closes the door for another trial. I feel a little uncomfortable keeping them waiting. 

In the next run, my husband makes me the guard of the golden door. But that also makes me the only target of the hungry birds, lobbying around me. I get more uncomfortable but also more confident to do my job well. Even a step towards our trial room, and I let my eyes do the talking. Great, that no one dares to enter our self-proclaimed territory. 

We are now done with 3 trial rounds, but the mission is still incomplete. We walk out of the passage to look for more options, and with that my dream of finalizing our buys in a single ticket, goes for a toss! For we can no more stand the angry glares. 

In about 10 minutes, we come back to the same fighting ground. The queue length has increased, and so has the set of eyes. 

Guess who our prey is?

Hell, yeah! That lone shopper ;)