Last night at Wal-Mart, on a whim, I tried on a long comfy-looking dress. I made the mistake of throwing it on over top of my t-shirt and my blue jeans, which gave me a bad first impression. So I stepped out of the changing room and told my cousin and my friend, “This makes me look like a member of a strange cult.”
The lady in charge of the fitting rooms got a kick out of that. Every time I saw her after that, she looked at me with a grin on her face like she was trying not to laugh.
I didn’t say the rest of my thought loud enough for her to hear. But it would have been something like, “Come on girls, lets get back to our husband and the rest of the wives.”
I actually think I may go back and buy the dress. Next time I’ll try picturing myself as a greek goddess… or maybe a happy and graceful flower child of the sixties…
Last night at Wal-Mart, on a whim, I tried on a long comfy-looking dress. I made the mistake of throwing it on over top of my t-shirt and my blue jeans, which gave me a bad first impression. So I stepped out of the changing room and told my cousin and my friend, “This makes me look like a member of a strange cult.”
The lady in charge of the fitting rooms got a kick out of that. Every time I saw her after that, she looked at me with a grin on her face like she was trying not to laugh.
I didn’t say the rest of my thought loud enough for her to hear. But it would have been something like, “Come on girls, lets get back to our husband and the rest of the wives.”
I actually think I may go back and buy the dress. Next time I’ll try picturing myself as a greek goddess… or maybe a happy and graceful flower child of the sixties…
