I mean, in a certain other furniture store, they put up items for viewing and then nearby there's boxes of the item, which is what you're supposed to take...
As a person who has worked retail, thank you for your restraint. Even if it's born of shyness. I will be delighted to ring you up with a smile and the bare minimum of talk.
Shopping involves payment and here they clearly say I can just take it, it's mine. I need to go to the checkout so they can track what they give away. If it's too heavy, someone from the store will help me carry it.
I loved your mom, yet she was not mine. I wanted to take that hot item and check her out. I even asked an associate for assistance, yet she was still not mine. C’est la vie.
So I headed to the home improvement section and found contentment with a metallurgically deficient tool.