The next day.

Ann was gift-wrapping a box when the two women came in. They looked tired and disheveled and had bags under their eyes like the seriously sleep-deprived. Both were walking with a stiffness to them that implied a fair degree of thigh pain.

"What seekest thou in my humble Shoppe, sweet ladies?"

Sarah leaned on the counter. Her friend put an arm on her shoulder and half-slumped beside her.

"You sold my husband John a penis ring yesterday, right?"

"I did. Was everything satisfactory?"

"I need a dog collar."