This morning while looking online for new sneakers for Reedster (he DID just learn how to tie his own shoes - that deserves some new sneakers, I think!), I was browsing and looking at maxi dresses.
Man - things are EXPENSIVE! How annoying to not be able to know if that will look good on me? Maybe I should go to that local consignment store/closet and try and see if I can find something there for a low price before I spend eleventy-billion dollars on something that won't look good on me.
So, off G and I went to the store with a few dresses and a couple of sweaters that I had in the back of my closet to see if could maybe get them to buy them and then not have to pay really ANYTHING for a dress. How awesome would that be? I am convinced they'll want my clothes because, duh, they are really cute, but just don't fit me.
G and I walk into the store and are greeted with a 12 year old with drawn on eyebrows.
When did they let 12 year olds start working in retail? Because clearly this person is at least 10 years younger than me - and I'm definitely only 22. Darnitall! That's not right. Reedster is 6, and I was how old when I had him? Man - math is hard this early! What year is it?
I'm met with a smile (I think - I really can't move past the eyebrows).
12 year old: Hi! Do you know what we do here?
Me: Um, I think so but I've never been here before so why don't you tell me?
12 year old: Well, we buy TEEN and YOUNG adult casual wear so I can already tell by looking at those dresses that they are not something we'll want. They are WAY too formal.
Me: Um ok - well, can I just leave them with the other few things anyway so I don't have to carry them around?
12 year old: sure. Come back with your ID, blah blah blah.
G and I decide to browse (BROWS, get it?) the maxi dress section and find a super cute dress for $12 and a matching belt for $6. SCORE!
I don't care what that girls says, I can totally pull this off. I'm buying it just to show her how hip and YOUNG I am. And by HIP, I don't mean that I have child bearing hips, which I totally do. I mean that these hips don't lie and they can shake what my momma gave me... or something.
On the ride home tonight from picking up my unwanted clothes (ahem, all of them), I was stopped at a light with my windows down. Up next to me pulls two Harley Davidson motorcylces with some serious bikers on them. Guess what they were BLASTING?
That's when I realized that even though those teens and young adults don't want my clothes, at least I'm not blaring my music trying to find someone to "ride wit me."