Karen was hitting the town for some good shopping. Every once in a while it just wasn't enough to sit around, getting drunk and stoned off of prescription medications. These were the moments that making fun of people also didn't quite do it for her. So she went and bought things. Expensive things that she'd probably never wear or use or even look at again. Hell, they might not even ever come out of the bag.
She was heading to a high class place that she'd been told about when she saw the girl looking at the clothes inside like she might be hungry for them.
"Outta the way, Skinny. If you're not going inside to buy things, us actual customers would appreciate if you didn't get your poverty drool all over the glass."