Monday wordle words this week are:
Seeing the surveillance camera gave me the chills.
It wouldn’t have been so bad had there been some kind of separation cubicle between the lens and customers, but having an open plan changing area where everyone could witness those trying to wiggle and wriggle into clothes obviously one or two sizes too small, no doubt had the watchers in the control room gurgling with mirth.
I had nothing to hide, nor did I hold a grudge at establishments trying to deter shoplifting, but where their CCTV had been set up was bound to cause a wedge between security and decency, and thus didn’t wash with me. It was one thing to enforce company policy, but this amounted to peeping toms so I complained and was accused of talking a load of hogwash.
Had it not been for an upcoming event and the need for a posh frock, I would have dug out my feral Glad Rags and attended in my favoured paw print leggings and top.
As it was I bought my outfit elsewhere, and it was some thirty odd years before I’d try clothes on in a shop again.