I went into Hollister today to get some teenagers' presents. At the risk of sounding like an 80-year-old, it was so dark that I could barely see the clothes, never mind read the labels.
It also stunk of sweet perfume, and I had to politely decline when the checkout assistant asked me if I'd like to buy some of the fragrance that thet perfumed the store with!
I'm not usually easily put off shops, so it must be a sign that I'm getting old. (I remember my mum refusing to come into Chelsea Girl with me because the music was too loud!)