Wes flinched as a strangely dressed woman soared by (ok, tried to soar by) on roller skates and grabbed the pillows right out of his hands.
He was almost thankful. He didn't really like either of them, but he felt obligated to try out every idea and concept in the store so as not to be stuffy. And boring. Though he knew he would probably just end up buying a lot of black, since it matched everything and didn't show dirt so well.
When she turned around and hollered at him, though, he straightened up and glared at her.
"What is wrong with me? I believe the more relevant question would be what is wrong with you? I'm not the one gallivanting around a furniture store, wreaking havoc on semi-innocent bystanders while wearing roller skates."
Under his breath, he said, "Every day I am more and more tempted to just set something on fire around here."