It does not seem like it.

After what seems like hours, you figure that cute guy is not coming to rescue you by bringing back any cover for yout naked body. Then you start to fear he may tell his buddies about the naked woman hiding at the mall, and you shudder to think what they would all do to you. There's got to be a way out, but how? You sure don't want to go running back into the department store butt naked.

Maybe you could get a nice lady's attention, and she would show compassion. You see the mall has picked up the foot traffic with people going to and fro. You want to call out to an older lady, but a man steps into view. You are going to get caught, and you know it. Or perhaps no one will find you until your starved dead body rots in the middle of the mall. Stop it. Think positive.

After another thirty minutes of watching people, hoping you can spot the right nice person to help, you give up and lay down. That's when you hear a squeaky wheel wobbling closer. A janitorial cart stops next to the end of the benches that are trying to circle the island of plants you are hiding behind. There is movement, and you see parts of the man that was pushing the cart. Through the leaves, you see he is a middle-aged man in coveralls, now moving away. You follow him with your eyes as he walks so far away he is hidden by the crowds. Perhaps he is on break.

If you could wiggle yourself through the planters, you could climb into the cart. Then at the end of his workday, you would be parked in a maintenance room with no one around for your escape. Perhaps you could find one of the zip-up coveralls hanging somewhere and finally cover your naked body up.

You have to time it just right or someone will see you. Finally, you see the backs of a crowd of people moving away and slide you body past the bench. The mall tiled floor is cool to your hot body. Luckily, no one is sitting at the bench above you. You lift up the flap on the janitorial cart and start to pull yourself inside. Half of your body is still outside the cart when you hear two guys plop down on the bench above you. All they would have to do is glance down and see your butt and the opposite side, your curly-haired hoo-ha.

Then you hear one of the guys on the bench say something that makes your heart skip a beat.

"Do you see what I'm seeing?"