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the only sales assistant was a nerdy looking guy about my age, who didn't even look up when I stepped in. No judgment here. This might be a good place to waste some time. Maybe I could even treat myself to something nice for the car.
    I began to realize why the store was in the mall when I started looking at the items for sale and their hefty prices. They were selling very similar furry dice to my pair, but these were made of actual mink and scented with lavender. For their price I could have bought thirty of my shabby little dice. I gazed aimlessly at the ridiculous items, wondering what it must be like to spend money so freely on such stupid things.
     
    A pair of girls wandered in, gossiping together as they passed me by. They were both about my age, one blonde and one redhead, both svelte and pretty and dressed in the kind of outfits that you could only buy in a fancy mall like this. They headed straight for the bike accessories without even glancing at the mink dice.
    “I don't think they have it, Sophie,” said the redhead gently. The blonde shook her head and rifled through the assorted items, tossing them aside when she didn't see what she wanted.
     
    “Don't be stupid, they have to. I read on the website that they're releasing to stores nationwide today,” she said, “God this place is such a shithole!”
    “Excuse me miss!” stuttered the cashier nervously. For a moment I thought he was talking to me but it soon became obvious it was aimed towards the blonde, “You're messing up the display.”
     
    She rolled her eyes, but stopped rooting around and looked at him.
     
    “It's not a very good display if I can't find what I'm looking for, is it?” she picked up a leather pouch , obviously meant to be clipped on to the biker's belt to keep money and other such things as they rode. It looked good enough to me but this Sophie girl didn't seem to think so, “I mean really, this is the kind of shit you think people want to see? I bet I could find the exact same quality shit at Wall-Mart.”
    The redhead giggled. “Ew, Sophie!”
     
    The cashier sighed and shot me a depressed look before moving from behind the counter and walking over to the girls. I wondered if he might kick them out but I quickly figured that he wouldn't. These were the kind of girls who fit in at malls like this. The kind of girls that sales assistants were meant to bend over backwards for. It hadn't been long ago that I had been working a shitty retail job so I pitied the guy a little.
    “Ladies, is there something in particular you're looking for?” he asked, doing his best to keep the exasperation from his voice but not quite managing it.
     
    The two girls looked at each other and giggled again. They had to be at least twenty-four but they were acting like a pair of fourteen-year-olds.
    “She's looking for something,” said the redhead, nudging her friend. This only made Sophie giggle more. I could tell that the sales assistant was dying inside and I couldn't blame him.
     
    “Shush Erica! Don't embarrass me!”
     
    “What might you be looking for?” asked the assistant. He had the patient of a saint. Either that or he was paid on commission. I tried my best not to make it obvious that I was eavesdropping by pretending to examine the mink dice once again, but the girls were oblivious to me.
     
    “Do you have any Vinny's Bikes stuff? It said on the website that their new range is nationwide from today. I wanted to pick up a few things,” said Sophie, trying to abstain from giggling for a second. The name was like a bucket of ice cold water thrown over my body. Vinny's Bikes wasn't Vince's place, wasn't it? I tried to convince myself that I had heard wrong but there was no way. “We did get a shipment in this morning but I haven't had time to put out the products yet. It's mostly finger less gloves and helmets and stuff like that, nothing special. Though based on the prices you'd think they were made of gold,” the guy smiled