purchased my laptop. It was 5:20 p.m., and the store would close in less than an hour. Womenswear was on the first floor {when did Ladieswear become Womenswear? I wondered} and I took the escalator, being unable to find the stairs. The shop floor was vast, and I decided to request assistance. The first woman I saw was matronly, and did not seem well placed to dispense fashion advice. The second was in her late teens or early twenties, and therefore too callow to advise me. The third, in the manner of Goldilocks, was just right-around my age, well groomed, sensible-looking. I approached with caution.
The narrator describes a rushed visit to a store to purchase a laptop just before closing time. As she navigates through the store, she reflects on the changing terminology of women's clothing while searching for assistance. She takes an escalator, unable to locate the stairs, and emphasizes the vastness of the shop floor.
Upon seeking help, she encounters various salespeople: the first, an older woman, lacks fashion sense; the second, a young woman, seems inexperienced. Finally, she finds a staff member around her age who appears suitable to assist her, embodying the tale of Goldilocks in her quest for the perfect fit.
