Friday morning seemed like a safe time to make a visit. Probably wouldn't be too busy or anything, I figured. I made my way down the treacherously icy sidewalks of Exeter and walked into the shop to find an old guy with a balding pate and a long white ponytail who appeared to be wearing quite a bit of makeup chatting with the pretty blonde sales clerk as he made his purchases. Since my whole purpose to be there was to get a proper fitting I just killed time poking through the racks of merchandise while this guy continued on with whatever it was he was talking about. After about five minutes he left and the clerk came over to me, very flustered. I really wasn't phased by the old dude buying himself expensive lingerie, but the poor woman who worked there was a little shaken up. She was really cute and gave me a hug and apologized when she found out it was my first time to visit the store. I've seen all kinds of stuff and thought it was pretty interesting to see that type of diversity in a conservative little New England town.
(I also got some very nice items that fit and look kind of fabulous. It's part of my ritual to psych myself up for the end of my winter hybernation and my reappearance at the head of the classroom in a week.)