It was so cold today that the Swedish Fish in my pocket quickly turned to rocks as I walked down Broadway, finishing up my Christmas shopping. I have become the guy who asks for help in a clothing store, because when it comes to clothing, I need lots of help.

“Hey, I’m trying to find, uh, one of these.”
“A shirt?”
“Okay, a shirt. We’ll go with that. Where are your shirts?”
“Throughout the store. What kind are you looking for?”
“A nice one.”
“Right, but what kind of texture, what kind of style?”
“Can you stay right here while I call my sister?”