When I was a teenager, I took my younger friend into Sears to look around and found a Barbie doll she wanted. We didn’t have quite enough to buy it, but the sales clerk (a young man, as I recall) sold it to her for what we had. It was such a sweet thing to do for a little girl.
I wonder how many Sears houses are still around?
Lots, they sold a lot of different versions for a long time.