Eric Davison wondered, briefly, if he was simply hallucinating. He sat at the traffic light and glanced around. What the hell was going on in this town? He'd been here maybe a dozen times on business, and he'd never seen anything like this. Everywhere he looked, he saw people dressed in the exact same outfit. Something that looked like it belonged on some preppy teenage girl. But it was everybody. Men, women, children, he'd even seen some homeless guy whose clothes and makeup looked just as expensive and impeccable as everybody else's.
The blaring car horn broke him out of his train of thought.
"Move it asshole!" screamed an older gentleman behind him. The light had turned green. Eric started forward, then the car behind quickly sped past. He caught a glimpse of a prettily manicured middle finger as the car sped by.
This had to be a put-on, Eric thought. Was he on some hidden camera show? If he was, they were doing an excellent job. And convincing all these people to put on such a ridiculous outfit... even though it did reflect some of the hottest trends.
Wait... Eric paused for a moment. Was that something he was supposed to know? Of course, it was common sense for the headband to match the top like that, since they weren't wearing belts... though one with a nice big buckle might look cute. Eric wondered why he had picked out such a stuffy suit to wear that day. Everyone else looked much more comfortable.
Before he got to the highway, he realized that he was approaching the mall. Well, since he'd canceled the meeting he certainly didn't have to hurry back to his office. Besides, he had to find out where everybody had gotten such cute shoes. But first things first, he needed to work on his tan. He couldn't believe he'd let himself get so pale. Eric parked his car and headed into the mall. He hoped the salon here took walk-ins.
