Why the hell is there a super-bright, yellow halogen spotlight shining from above, traveling around the floor? Do you know what a bright-as-fuck, yellow light looks like on a naked girl? Jaundice, that’s what. I’d love to make all the male employees, owners, and managers get naked and walk on stage and around the floor for an hour. I bet the lighting would change the next day. It’s mind-boggling. Isn’t the idea to make us look our best? Of course, I’m probably the only weirdo who notices. It’s a curse to notice everything. I exhaust myself. If you spent a day inside my head, you’d need a nap.