The Twilight Zone Suburb of Terror
He spots on another level a store called, "Total Weddings," or something like that.
He says, "Let's go there."
I tell him, "They don't mean our wedding." Nevertheless, he goes running off (well he has his cane, so he actually goes hobbling off). I trot after him.
We do not (thankfully) go into the store, but stand in the doorway mouths agape. It is filled with (OK, this is our opinion) the most hideous collection of of wedding dresses and brides maids gowns, in the most hideous colors imaginable.
It made me think that a derange milliner stuffed themselves with bolts, and bolts, and bolts of garrish taffeta and then threw-up.
There was a wedding dress (complete with we think a hoop underneath) that was in black and silver.
Keep in mind now that the mall is packed.
Sukie points at the black and silver monstrosity and in a loud voice says, "That's a wedding dress!? That looks more like something you would wear to Joan Collins funeral!"
Well, if people weren't staring before they certainly were now. We were doubled up laughing.
The rest of the adventure was somewhat tamer, though people did continue to stare.
On the bright side, I did find the socks I had in mind for our wedding ensembles.