Shopaholic

Hannah dug into the pile to the left of her under the watchful gaze of her neighbor. Janice had unwillingly decided to accept help to get her house clean so her landlord wouldn't evict her, but she made it very clear that she didn't trust Hannah. Hannah, though she was annoyed and wanted to just go home, had only agreed to help because she wanted to stop having Janice ask her to hold her belongings. Now, the two women were looking at their first pile of crap of many in Janice's home. Hannah grabbed a shirt and pulled, much to Janice's dismay.

"Be careful with that! You'll stretch it."

"Don't worry; I've got this."

Hanna pulled out the shirt and looked skeptically at it. Unlike a regular shirt, it had a metal rod down the spine of it and two leather straps inside of it.

"What the hell is this?"

"Give me that!" Janice grabbed for it but Hannah pulled it away and wandered a few steps away to inspect it.

After a few seconds of her turning the garment over in her hands, Hannah began to laugh.

"You bought a posture corrector?"

"It was for a date!" Janice yelled.

She snatched the shirt away and pressed the wrinkles out with her hands. Hannah was still laughing.

"Could he not tell?"

"Shut up!" Janice yelled. She was on the brink of tears.

"What else did you buy from QVC? Do you have a Trumpy Bear too?" Hannah cackled.

Janice was yelling, but Hannah was too busy laughing. Janice lunged at her, and Hannah stepped back to avoid her, only to succeed in falling in the trash that Janice had filled the walkway with. Hannah tried to stand, noticed a teddy bear with flopping orange hair and just laughed harder, despite Janice's tearful screams for her to get out of of her house.