I mean, in a certain other furniture store, they put up items for viewing and then nearby there's boxes of the item, which is what you're supposed to take...
Shopping involves payment and here they clearly say I can just take it, it's mine. I need to go to the checkout so they can track what they give away. If it's too heavy, someone from the store will help me carry it.
As a person who has worked retail, thank you for your restraint. Even if it's born of shyness. I will be delighted to ring you up with a smile and the bare minimum of talk.
I loved your mom, yet she was not mine. I wanted to take that hot item and check her out. I even asked an associate for assistance, yet she was still not mine. C’est la vie.
So I headed to the home improvement section and found contentment with a metallurgically deficient tool.
Is that Moss in Toronto? Or no, not Moss, the place next to it.
Kinda funny, posting that instruction makes you think of the alternative (just stuffing it in your purse or whatever) as much out of annoyance as anything... seems counterproductive