Papa's Got A Brand New Outfit

I volunteer in a charity shop. Because I am a good person working toward getting as many Kingdom Points as possible. (For the unlearned, Kingdom Points are Jesus brownie points.)

In the course of my time there, I meet a lot of people. A lot of old people. A lot of people with accents I cannot understand. And then, occasionally, men on special substances. Last week there was a man that told me that he didn't shop in stores much, so he didn't know the layout of the store, and asked me to point out the men's section. I did. (The store is very small and we were standing in the section.) Minutes later, he flags down a customer and asks, "You seem like someone who's been here, who knows what he's doing, do you know where the men's shirts are?" Mind you, they are standing right next to the rack. The customer was confused but friendly, and together, the two of them wandered into the women's section. I had to point them back to the men's shirts. Apparently, the guy was buying clothes for a friend who just moved into a flat. Today, a guy came in with a plastic bag full of clothes and stuff. He bought a backpack to put everything in. Then he, too, asked me where the men's section is. People, the store is only split into two halves. Men's and women's. Children's is in the back and books and knick knacks along the shelf. Not that difficult. Again, I point him in the right direction, a foot behind him. He goes to the dressing room to try some outfits. Asks if there are any bigger mirrors. No sir, the long mirrors in the rooms are all we have. It was then that he started trying on shirts outside of the fitting rooms, so he could get a better look. Now that's ok, a lot of people do it, standing in the hall but looking into the mirror, since the rooms are so small. But this guy took off all of his shirts to put on new ones, leading to stretches of time when he'd stand half naked, in the hallway, trying to figure out shirts. And at last, when everything was finally tried and it was time to make his purchase, he stood in front of me at the register with all of the items he wanted on him and his old clothes in hand. Then proceded to rip off all of the price tags on his body so I could ring them up. Then engaged me in a conversation about how useful the buckles on his new backpack were as he tried to stuff his old clothes into the bag. A very nice, albeit slightly altered man.