When I worked at KMart with Kitty back in 94, me and one other guy that worked there would get on the intercom in our gayest possible sounding voice and say "Code C to lingerie, code C to lingerie, please." Code C was customer service of course. lol
so what sealed the deal? you synch up all the boom boxes in electronics and played your george thorogood & the delaware destroyers cassette along with some carnations the guys out front were sellin' while wearin' your "goin' out overalls"?