the costume shop

First...click here for the Traditional Holloween Story


The modern costume shop is quite the scene.

There's a giant wall of photos of super hot chicks in slutty outfits. You have the traditional french maid in a push-up bra, high heels and a mini skirt, the nurse in a push-up bra, high heels and a mini shirt, and well just about anything you could shove into a push-up bra, high heels, and a mini skirt. They should rename the holiday stripper-ween.


You know what I'm talkin 'bout.

Anyway just in front of the wall o whores are a rotating gaggle of high school and/or college girls ( sadly I can't tell the difference any more) all picturing themselves in various shades of undress, trying to figure out if they can pull it off.

The rest of the scene is like something out of a bad kidnapping movie. You know the scene where the parents are supposed to make the drop and the entire square is filled with police in disguise all doing a really shitty job of pretending NOT to be watching what's going on. In this case you can replace 'police' with 'middle aged fathers'. All around the shop there are 35-45 year old guys who've sprategically placed themselves at an angle so that while the are intently studying the possibilties of purchasing some colored hair spray or some holiday themed paper plates, they JUST HAPPEN to be able to watch the girls contemplate how much beaver they're going to show.

You'd think that the manager would be asstute enough to take advantage of this profit generating fallout. If he put his mind to it he could make as much as he does in costumes if he's set up some bleechers and sold $4 drafts. Then again, I suppose he's got his hands full drilling peep holes in dressing room walls.

It's all about priorities.