In my late teens/early twenties, I lived for a couple of years with my older sister Phyllis in an apartment in Greensboro. Both of us worked at jobs and when we had a few extra dollars in our purses, we did what sisters do -- we went shopping.
The particulars of those trips are lost in the sunsets of our lives, but one of our escapades managed to withstand the rigors of passing years. The reason it stands out is that my quiet unassuming proper sister and I sort of caused a scene in a department store.