“You don’t need depth perception to see how stylish these winter coats are!” I imagine two people were arguing about whether that mannequin should have glasses or no glasses and then a third person came in and I said, “I have a compromise! One eye isn’t covered, and the other is wearing glasses, kinda.” And now there’s a mannequin with an eye patch. Or maybe the store manager’s daughter fell on a stick while playing and she felt embarrassed about her new temporary eye patch. So then some nice mannequin wrangler set that up for her.”Look at the pretty lady! She’s just like you,” says the store manager, holding his daughter in front of the store window. Then the daughter feels good about herself again. The mannequin wrangler beams with pride. Is that what they’re called? Mannequin wranglers? Probably. Someone’s got to be there, wrangling the mannequins every week. Like a cowboy but instead of cows it’s little plastic people who wear clothes and sometimes don’t even have heads. Oh man, what if you were a cowboy and you had to wrangle cows without heads? You’d be trying to lasso them but there’d be no heads to lasso! And then you’d try to yell to the cows and HELLO, THEY DON’T HAVE HEADS. That would be a hard job. Anyway, sometimes I think about stuff when I see things, you guys.
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“You don’t need depth perception to see how stylish these winter coats are!”

I imagine two people were arguing about whether that mannequin should have glasses or no glasses and then a third person came in and I said, “I have a compromise! One eye isn’t covered, and the other is wearing glasses, kinda.” And now there’s a mannequin with an eye patch.

Or maybe the store manager’s daughter fell on a stick while playing and she felt embarrassed about her new temporary eye patch. So then some nice mannequin wrangler set that up for her.”Look at the pretty lady! She’s just like you,” says the store manager, holding his daughter in front of the store window. Then the daughter feels good about herself again. The mannequin wrangler beams with pride.

Is that what they’re called? Mannequin wranglers? Probably. Someone’s got to be there, wrangling the mannequins every week. Like a cowboy but instead of cows it’s little plastic people who wear clothes and sometimes don’t even have heads. Oh man, what if you were a cowboy and you had to wrangle cows without heads? You’d be trying to lasso them but there’d be no heads to lasso! And then you’d try to yell to the cows and HELLO, THEY DON’T HAVE HEADS. That would be a hard job.

Anyway, sometimes I think about stuff when I see things, you guys.

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