Constantly having to pick up after people, I have to do something to keep my mind occupied so that I do not go insane and start attacking customers with that broken hanger I found. As a result of this, I have come up with a theory that there are other dimensions and beings from these dimensions are trying to break through. In fact, one particular dimension seems to be trying harder than most. What is trying to come over, you ask? Well, after finding crumpled jeans in the same corner of the same fitting room several times in a row, I have no choice but to admit that there is another world, a world where pants walk around by themselves, but wait, there's more. Not content to remain in their own world, and with a strong desire to see what lies on the other side, they are continuously trying to cross over, be it in the fitting rooms or the jean tables and cubbies. Unfortunately, while they may be sentient beings able to walk by themselves in their own world, once they cross over, they become regular old jeans and fall to the floor or end up with one leg hanging over the side of the table or sticking out of the cubby. Someday they may be able to solve the problem, or perhaps they will just give up, but from personal experience, I don't think they're ready to do that quite yet.
(And that, folks, is why those who keep trying to get into the Dick Tracy and Mark Trail Universes are always people or animals. They can survive the dimensional change because they have similar counterparts on this side.)
(No, I am not crazy. Just bored and maybe a little frustrated sometimes.)
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