I just have to say that shopping at Maceys is rarely devoid of sparkle. Almost every time, you'll see someone you know. Which is kind of interesting. But what's more--much more--there will always be at least one really good-looking guy. The kind you want to feel up apples next to and pick bananas with. Seriously. Every time. If there ever isn't one, I'm going to consider it an omen, put my groceries away and leave the store. I wasn't meant to shop that night.