Hi from the back of the line at Zara

I went to the mall to pick up a jacket I ordered at Zara. I knew what I was in for—with the post-holiday mall madness—but I didn’t expect this. The line was long—it always is—but because I had a pickup order, I thought maybe I didn’t have to stand in it. I couldn’t find anyone to ask, so I joined the queue. We moved a bit. I saw a jacket—within eyesight—maybe three feet away. I stepped out just to stroke the fabric, but the couple behind me immediately closed the gap so I couldn’t get back in. The audacity. Now, I’m at the back of the line.

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