The Fabric Store

As I walked into the fabric store, I see them ready to attack. They all stop and look at me, with a mean look in their eyes. I have been going to this fabric store sense I was 11 years old, so I know drill. You would think they would be nice and want people to learn the tricks of their trade, but there don't. Once you pick out the fabric they started  hovering around me. Asking me what I'm making so I say "I don't know" with a fake smile and  walk/run away. But then the worst part starts, because I came on a Saturday.