One Up Seeker

1. I was inside of a store in the mall with Patrick. We had been walking around looking at clothes and just really chilling in general. The store we were inside of had shiny white tiles and the walls were white as well. Some sections of the store had carpet on it, and the carpet was grayish-blue in color with traces of a few other colors like yellow green and red in it. We came to an area that was right next to the entrance of the store. I looked through the glass doors and saw that it looked nice outside. The sky had a perfect overcast and the clouds were a very soft light blue in color. I remember noticing that the parking lot just outside was rather large compared to the average parking lot, and not many cars were in it.
I turned back around from looking through the doors and right next to me I noticed some cool shirts. Pat noticed them too. We went up and looked at the shirts closer. These shirts were very vivid in color and very creative in graphic design and pattern. I remember looking at one shirt in specific. It was a mainly white shirt, but it had a thick line of bright yellow, red, orange, blue, and green going diagonally across the middle. The sleeves had this same thick line on them. "Dude these remind me of Imaginary Foundation, these are dope as fuck" I told Pat. "Right. I think I might buy one" he told me. I picked up one of the shirts that were hanging on a rack by a metal hanger. There was a bright yellow sticker with black stripes on it, on the shirt and on it was "19$" just like that. "Damn, that's a pretty good price for a shirt like this" I said.
Suddenly an old man started approaching us. I knew he was an employee by the shirt he was wearing. This old man was balding and had thick glasses on, and he was also somewhat overweight as he had a medium sized beer gut. "What are you stealing!?" he asked us. "We're not stealing anything" I said plainly. He was clearly mad at us as the tone in his voice was extremely aggravated and negative. "I know you two are stealing!" he continued to insist. For some reason I reach into my left pocket and take out my comb, I have no idea why or why it was in my pocket at all. Suddenly the old man snatches my comb right out of my hands and starts playing with it, bending it, and overall really messing it up. "You'll get this back when I get an apology" he said with an evil smirk on his face. All the while I'm thinking to myself, "What the fuck, this old man is crazy." Pat remains silent. For some reason, it really bothers me that this old man is ruining my comb, so I decide to apologize even though I know I did nothing wrong at all. "Look, I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again" I say in a sincere voice. He then hands me back my comb. As I take it I look at it closely. All of the bristles of it are completely bent and its basically ruined.