As you walk around the park, the refreshing wind’s breeze leading you towards a path overlooking the bustling highway, you eye a grand department store — solitary, with seemingly no sign of any customers, you’re quite drawn to see how such an oddly out-of-place establishment would still be in business, and for the heck of it, you might as well purchase a thing or two while you’re at it.
With your sights set on the store, you leave behind the serenity of nature, re-entering the modern world with a compelling sense of curiosity.
Upon entering, you find yourself facing aisles upon aisles of an assortment of clothes and outfits belonging to every shape and size there is.
"Welcome to Jim’s life-changing department store," a voice greeted. You turn to your right to find an affable-looking man rocking a badge that proudly says "Jim" on it, presumably because he’s the owner of this establishment. "If you wanna a real makeover, we’ve got the ‘fit! You name it; formal, casual, sporty, or maybe even something more reminiscent of those happy childhood days? Or perhaps something that really says "mature"? Whatever it is, we’ve got you covered."
You’re momentarily taken aback by the sheer overload of information, but you’re determined to see how this goes, so you nod along, volunteering to try on one of the many outfits they have on sale. Well, "they" might be a stretch as there seemed to be no sight of any other employee other than the store’s namesake.
The enthused Jim hurriedly runs back to grab an empty form; a simple set of questions about your age, gender, and name as well as a signature field for some legal jargon you didn’t bother to read. It’s a clothing store after all, you thought. What’s the worst that can happen?
Upon filling out the form, Jim heads over to pick up a number of outfits for you to try out.