You're walking through Oakland's "Uptown" (formerly Downtown), where retail is scarce and often sad. (Example: the "Wig's" store.) As you round a corner near the 19th Street BART station, the sight of this window brings you to a confused halt.
What. The. Hell?
Questions tumble through your head. Did you miss the grand opening of some too-cool-for-school boutique from Manhattan's Meatpacking District? Is the display a contender in a new "Pimp My Store Window" reality show? Did the gang from Fecal Face Gallery stage a stealth installation?
You check out the details: Rococo chair. Bare feet. Ill-fitting clothes. Randomly draped red fabric. No hands on the mannequin.
"I have no hands, and I must scratch."
There's a clue here.
Which means we could be at only one store: