Then I realized.... I'm Old.
It was loud, and it smelled like a high school prom filled with boys wearing way to much cologne. When an employee asked if I needed any help finding anything, I said "What!?" three times because of the loud music and then said "Yeah, you could help me by turning on the lights, opening the window, and turning down the music." She stared at me with that "This is the greatest store in the universe" glaze and walked away. And, the hats didn't fit, they were too small....Well, I've completed the first step: ADMISSION
I admit it, I'm OLD.
I admit it, I'm OLD.
2 comments:
That is such a funny story. I know how you feel. I went in there about a year ago looking for jeans and they all looked at me like I was from another planet when I asked if they sold any that were not low low low rise.
Old? At least you can still WEAR hats. I look like a dorky 17 year old when I put them on. You are NOT old. :)
Post a Comment