so today i went shopping with mom, and i got a bunch of work appropriate clothes. not that my clothes not aren't appropriate-- they just scream "I am a slob who looks like i could be homeless" as opposed to the "I am a dignified adult in the working work who is very busy and important" that i want to give off.
that being said i got a suit, but it nice b/c A. it was very reasonably priced and B. it will work well as separates. this is all very fascinating i am sure, so i will cut to the chase and tell a funny story, to me at least. actually i have two but the i ll start with the first once since it is clothes related.
so i see this shirt thing in the store and for some reason i am drawn to it like a moth to the flame. its is young and hip and fun. it is also one of those shirts that are twofers, you know the shirt that looks like layers i.e. a sweater vest over a blouse, but it is really one piece. usually i hate that crap b/c it just looks weird. today however, it was fantastic. It looked like a black v-vest is over a shiny short sleeved blouse- albeit with slightly puffed sleeves, that have polka dots on them, with an attached belt around the waist. even describing it makes it sound awful but it really is cute!
i try it on and mom says "You look like a pirate, its a puffy shirt," thanks mom. this reaction was to be repeated by both my father, brother and best friend (although she saw the glimmer of hope in it). so apparently the lesson we have learned today kids is that meghan knows crap when it comes to fashion. ha. ha.
ok to story 2: i have a card for a free underwear at Victoria's secret. i've got them before so i know were to go and what to pick out- b/c its a limited selection of color blah blah blah. and the greeter says hi to us when we walk in as asks if we need help (it should be noted that i have worked in retail and know that it sucks to ask people for help; however, on the flip side as a customer i also hate being asked if i need help. i dont know the whole this is weird, i need my bubble of personal space, when i want help i will ask. i dunno is that crazy? w/e back to the story) i say no but mom says "oh yes, we have this coupon etc etc." the girl takes it out of my hand and proceeds to tell me what it is and why discounts i will get, yes thank you i already know. but i m polite, and them it happens. she cough all over my discount card. not a little cough, oh no, a phlegm filled one of nastiness and germs, all over me and said card.
i leave the girl as fast as i can, while in my head thinking "UGHHH" i go and grab what i am looking for and start looking for my mom; i locate her when another employee starts hacking up a lung next to us. "Mom, we are going to have walking pneumonia now, great" she laughs, but agrees. so begins her hunt for disinfectant-- in victorias secret.
i know i have some in the pit i call a purse, but i cant reach it right now so i just get in line. meanwhile my mom has found a solution to out impeding plague outbreak. she says "put out your hands" i do and she sprays both my hands and hers with something. What was this something? oh only what felt ( and smelt) like a gallon of perfume. i look up confused, "it has alcohol in it," is her reply. so now my hands were covered in the strongest smelling perfume victoria secret carries...still are in fact, which is just great. oh well.
so thats my day. i feel like i live in a sitcom sometimes i swear....
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