Some years ago I was shopping at the Harrods sale, and I spotted a little black beaded dress on the rail. Just as I was about to reach for it, someone else took it. She held it while continuing to browse...I kept an eye on her. She took some things to the changing room...I followed her and waited outside. She came out, left some things, but held onto the dress. Went to browse some more... I followed her. I don't know if she got uncomfortable being stalked, but she finally put the dress back on a rail. I grabbed it, tried it on. It was perfect, and I had it for years. Ha ha! I won!
If women had invented war, it would look a lot like a department store sale.