It was slow today. Jo and I dusted most of the bookshelves, and all the products on them. Sadly, we managed to do it with very little customer interference. Toward the end of the day, two women walked in. They'd owned vibrators before, but, (and I quote) "some stupid man bought me a stupid, worthless one" so they'd come to upgrade.

I pushed them heavily at the Rabbit Pearl, knowing that their purchase of them would make everybody happy. They'd be happy because it was a great vibrator, and I'd be happy because I desperately needed to separate them from their cash.

They liked the rabbit, I could tell. One of them held it wistfully, hesitantly in her hand, and kept turning on the part that makes the ears go.

"Just get it," urged her friend.

"I don't know," she hemmed, "it's 85 dollars!"

"You almost spent that much on a sweater not 5 minutes ago!" he friend reminded her.

"Yeah," she protested, "but I'd wear that sweater every single day."

Beat.

Then everyone in the store burst out laughing, including Sweater Girl.

Sold! Rabbit Pearls for everyone!