26-year old Kelly Robertson hurried through the store. She had a party to get to that evening - a birthday party, actually. For her niece. On the way home from work, she had accidentally spilled her drink on her blouse and since she didn't have another one like it at home, she had to come here and buy a new one. She didn't have enough time to clean the one she already had.
So there she was, rushing through the store so fast that she didn't even notice Steve walking right into her path. She collided with him, not even realizing that he was Steve Farber, one of her students at the high school (but then again, no one remembered that Steve Farber), then she apologized for running into him, before quickly heading towards the changing rooms again.
Once she found an empty changing stall, she quickly took off her ruined blouse and threw it on the floor, then tried on the new one. But it didn't fit. It was the right kind of blouse, but it was the wrong size. She cursed to herself. If she hadn't been in such a hurry ...
She took the new blouse off and turned around to pick up her old one, but it was gone! She remembered that she threw it on the floor. Maybe it went underneath one of the stall partitions. She thought about leaving her stall and looking into all the other ones, but she'd only be in her slacks, bra, and shoes. That was hardly appropriate. What if someone saw her?
Kelly took a moment to look around the stall she was in and spotted a T-shirt in the corner. Someone must have left it there. She picked it up and looked at it. It was just a plain white T-shirt, but it had writing printed on it. Seeing as she had no choice, she put the shirt on, despite what the writing said on the front, which was ...
