We were on a date, leisurely ambling through the crowded corridors of the shopping mall in our town, and as we walked by the front of a store, the security arcs (or whatever they're called)started beeping. I looked at Pat and he at me and we kept walking. We decided to turn in at Renner's and as soon as we did, the beeping erupted again. "It's your clothes, " I said anxiously, remembering this happening to me in the States. Pat tugged and stretched his shirt, but found nothing. Ironically, we spotted a shirt hanging on the rack that was almost exactly like the shirt he was wearing. Hastily, we checked the designer label on both shirts and breathed a sign of relief. They were different. After browsing in the store for a few minutes, we decided to leave only to have the beeper go off at the exit. Pat turned to the clerk who was rummaging through some racks, and hastily explained, "I bought this shirt in the States, but for some reason the beepers go off." "No problem," he answered and right there I was thankful we didn't have pink hair, dark glasses or heavy chains dangling from our belts. He let us out no questions asked.
"Hurry!" I admonished as soon as we'd left the store. "Go to the bathroom and check your clothes." My words tumbled out with such urgency and authority that Pat almost ran. After a loooong time, he reappeared, but by this time I had tired of waiting for him and had gone into the women's restroom, so when I came out, he was waiting for me!
"And???" I was all ears.
"There was a beeper tag inside my pants alright," Pat said, "but I don't have a scissors with me (why didn't we think to bring one???) so we'll just have to wait until we get home."
And that's just what we did.