Gotta keep up with the herd

Two young ladies came into the store. For whatever reason, they seemed to be proponents of expressing their cultural pride through condescension. It's surreal to have someone attempting to literally look down their nose at you, let alone two. A touch of the absurd was added since I was actually at a higher altitude at the time. Perhaps they were used to having their heads craned back that sharply as a matter of course.

They sashayed through the store and then the arcade before leaving. A few minutes later, one of them comes back in. As I suspected, she heads right back to the arcade, whereupon she starts knocking on doors to attempt to drum up some custom.

I am less than amused.

So I knock on the door of the booth she had just slipped into with some guy and let her know her welcome had worn out. There is no tolerance for numb-witted harlots here.

Her defense? He was her friend. She knew him and just happened to meet.

Sure. Right. Pull the other one, it has bells on.

The parade of the young and stupid continues unabated.