No Thanks, I'm Only Looking

It's Saturday morning - Bag A Bargain Day - at Carlton's. For the next twelve hours, until closing tonight, the life of a large retail store will be exposed when Marie opens the massive glass sliding door to the Mall, and reveals an inside peek of the human drama residing within. There will be jealousy, with egos rising and falling; sexual harassment; dress code violations; impending birth; insurance fraud; shoplifting; exile caused by NO SMOKING; hanky-panky in Display's mysterious storage loft; and visits to the throbbing center of every day's life blood of gossip and intrigue -The Associates' Lounge. All seen through the eyes of WOOSBY, the store's aging cleaning and stockman. Woosby, the clever acronym he has bestowed upon himself - WORLD'S OLDEST STOCK BOY. He has given names to the four commodes he keeps spotlessly clean in the Ladies' Rest Roof left to right, Mona Lisa, Little Orphan Annie, My Gal Sal and Peg 0' My Heart. And, yes, there's a bloodied occupant in Intimate's last fitting room.(Author's note anyone who has ever worked or shopped in a large retail outlet - that's just about all of us - will be able to identify with the characters in this book.)