So I used to work at Abercrombie & Fitch back in the day.  Shut up.  I had a friend who was a manager and I needed the money.

Anyway, I was working there one lovely afternoon and some old dude stumbled in.  I watched him wander around for a while, then he walked up to me and said, “You know, when this place first opened it was a sporting goods store.  Where you could buy fishing rods and stuff.”

In the background was some indescribable “ooonce ooonce” music set to ear drum splitting levels and there were t-shirts everywhere that intimated that the wearer wanted you to f*ck them.

I think I mumbled something about how things never stay the same and went back to folding the tiny “f*ck me” t-shirts.

It just goes to show you…nothing stays the same.