…in exchange for $10; although, I must admit that mannequin thievery was on my mind before I did the deed the upright way.
We were in a prom dress store, about to leave when we glanced at a one-handed mannequin in the window, the other sad left hand about to pop off.
“Take it,” my friend urged me. I looked hesitantly up at the cameras glaring down at me and concluded that a trip to jail wouldn’t be worth the pathetically small relic.
Little did I know my thirst for mannequin body parts would be satiated just three stores down where a sign hung over a bust in the window reading: “Mannequin bust: $10.”
I’m looking forward to many more wild, crazy nights of spontaneous fun with my new BFF!