- I walked into the store. I'm no prude but I had to avert my eyes as I walked past the oversized posters at the entrance showing half-dressed young men and women. I moved as fast as I could to get past those pictures and, once I was past them, let out a sigh of relief.
- The relief didn't last long. Within seconds, my eyes started to water. I don't know what fragrance they were pumping through the ventilation system but, if it had a name, it was probably "Too Much." That's sure what it smelled like. I blinked several times, shook my head, and kept moving forward.
- That's when I noticed the overly non-chalant beautiful people who were masquerading as Hollister employees. They didn't appear to be working. I watched them for a bit. They kind of walked around aimlessly, stopping at times to talk to each other. I felt like I'd stumbled into a Tier One social at Penn State (at least, the way I imagine them to be after listening to Hannah's stories about the social scene at State College). I missed my old Kappa Sig basement.
- Have I mentioned the loud music yet? It was pumping from speakers hidden throughout the store. I hate clubs with loud music. I hate shopping. I hate beautiful people parties. That's when I realized the truth. Hollister was hell.
So, why the Hollister story tonight? Because, when I got home from work, Hannah told me that, while shopping there today, two Hollister employees came up to her and told her they'd like her to work there. Oh, my God. My little girl was recruited by Satan's little helpers.
