On Sunday, Mike and I went to my uncle's house. First we stopped at the grocery store to buy my aunt some flowers. As we were walking I told Mike how on Sundays I always run into hoards of Americans looking around for something that's open. (You should know that on Sundays everything here is closed.) So of course, as I was telling this to Mike, we walked past a trio of Abercrombie & Fitch clones.
And sure enough, they stopped us and asked us if we knew of a place that was open to eat lunch.
I don't think they liked my answer when I told them the Pizza Hut they were standing in front of was pretty much the only place open.