Before the salesman could speak, Richard asked, "What does "rubberized while you wait" mean?" He pointed at the sign behind the counter.
The salesman smiled, "Ah, our custom latex line. Let me show you!"
He guides them through the drape into the backroom where John is hurriedly loading his and Vandal's former clothing into a white bin.
"Are the dressing room's ready?"
John nodded.
"Alright, you two strip down to your underwear, and I'll give you a free demo of our rubberizing service," the salesman said.
Sharon and Richard looked at each other nervously.
"Well, it is free?"
"Absolutely."
"Oh, let's give it a try."
A few minutes later, Sharon stood there in her bra and panties and Richard stood there in his boxers.
John sidled over to Richard and whispered, "Do you like me?" He reached to fondle Richard, but the salesman interceded.
"Excuse me, John. Would you be so good as to secure that new mannequin to the rod in the window display?"
"Wha-?"
"Vandal needs to be secured to the post in the window display. He might tip over and get broken if not secured."
"Oh, right away!" John exclaimed and ran to the front of the store.
The salesman rolled his eyes.
"Now, if you will come over here," he said to Richard and Sharon leading them to a couple of upright tanning booths - or what looked like the tanning booths except that there was a slot on the end that led to a parcel chute.
"So how does this work?"
"Sort of like a spray tan," the salesman explained uncertainly. He had wondered about the sign for years, but had never had customers for it before, so he wasn't quite sure how it worked. He hadn't always been the salesman. There had been salesmen before him. He wondered nervously if John might be the next salesman, and the current salesman might become part of the inventory the way his predecessor had. He swallowed hard. "Just step right in."