April 17, 2003
I don't want to be your idol
see this pedestal is high, and I'm afraid of heights.
-- Alanis
Thought that was appropriate considering that everyone I know is obsessed with American Idol. Let me just say, how in the free world did Carmen not get booted??? crazy! she's bound to go next. Homegirl needs to get a few more years of voice lessons under her belt and try out again. But, that's my opinion.
I went to Goody's yesterday and got an Easter dress. You know how it is, you have to have a new Easter dress. So, why is this a topic of conversation? Well, this would be the same Goody's where I cut my arm on the dressing room door and proceeded to get an infection. Needless to say, I was paranoid -- my arm is all healed but still bright pink!
So, I enter the store, and all of you that know me well , know that I loathe shopping. I mean, it's fine sometimes, when I'm in the mood. But most of the time, I hate it. Anyway, I grabbed some dresses and headed back to the aforementioned dressing room. Now y'all, I don't know about you, but personally, I"ve been wearing deoderant since I was 10 probably. So, excuse me for saying this, but what grown ass women do you know that don't wear any?? That dressing room had the worst smell my nostrils have ever encountered. Please, ladies, whatever you do, make sure you and your girls always know your SECRET!!!!
So, as if that wasn't enough to endure. I was holed up in the little room next to a 12 year old and her grandmother. The conversation went something like this:
Kid, "I hate this shirt with this skirt, go out there and pick out a few others for me to try on."
Grandma "no, you know that everything I pick out you hate. Get dressed and go out there and find some you like."
Kid, "but I don't want to go out there by myself! you do it."
Let me interject here and say that my grandmother would have already put the hurt on me for showing an inkling of disrespect, such as that.
Grandma, "Nope, not going to do it. Hey, why are all of the clothes in this pile at least $90 each?? you know this ain't no spending spree! I brought you here to get stuff you really need."
Kid, "Yeah, well, I really need this and that ----"
My butt was out of the door by this time, finally free to breathe through my nose again and hear the bliss of background noise in the store. Ok, so went back out, got something else, went back in-- this time on the other side from the drama, and surprisingly enough, the stank wasn't as bad either. Try on dress, like it, let's roll out.
I reached for the door and my ass is locked in! Of course, I'm yanking on the little lock thingy with all my might, hoping against all hope that I wouldn't get another dumb cut. Finally the door gave in. Y'all, I was almost having to crawl under there. Had that happened, you can bet my butt would have never stepped foot up in the Goody's again!
So, crisis averted and I hightail it up to the cash register. The line is long and they have one register open. I'm telling you, I wanted to get on the phone next to the empty register and say, "attetion little punk teenagers that work here. get your sorry butts up here right now, you can flirt with each other later." but, I refrained.
Meanwhile, a mere 10 feet away was Mr. GQ of the year (If you asked his opinion, I mean) on a $500 cell phone talking as loudly as humanly possible. Dude, there is a lobby right through those doors, get thee to it! driving me nuts. His woman checked out and they left. I breathed a sigh of relief, momentarily, at least until I realized that the lady in front of me had about $200 worth of returns. I'm sorry, but this is out of control ridiculous! even the little 15 year old behind me let out a loud sigh.
At long last, I paid for my dress and ran swiftly to the comfort of my pollen covered yellowish crimson Jeep. I'm sure I intended for this story to have a moral, but it doesn't. Just beware of the Goody's Family Clothing, y'all!!!
Amy
-- Alanis
Thought that was appropriate considering that everyone I know is obsessed with American Idol. Let me just say, how in the free world did Carmen not get booted??? crazy! she's bound to go next. Homegirl needs to get a few more years of voice lessons under her belt and try out again. But, that's my opinion.
I went to Goody's yesterday and got an Easter dress. You know how it is, you have to have a new Easter dress. So, why is this a topic of conversation? Well, this would be the same Goody's where I cut my arm on the dressing room door and proceeded to get an infection. Needless to say, I was paranoid -- my arm is all healed but still bright pink!
So, I enter the store, and all of you that know me well , know that I loathe shopping. I mean, it's fine sometimes, when I'm in the mood. But most of the time, I hate it. Anyway, I grabbed some dresses and headed back to the aforementioned dressing room. Now y'all, I don't know about you, but personally, I"ve been wearing deoderant since I was 10 probably. So, excuse me for saying this, but what grown ass women do you know that don't wear any?? That dressing room had the worst smell my nostrils have ever encountered. Please, ladies, whatever you do, make sure you and your girls always know your SECRET!!!!
So, as if that wasn't enough to endure. I was holed up in the little room next to a 12 year old and her grandmother. The conversation went something like this:
Kid, "I hate this shirt with this skirt, go out there and pick out a few others for me to try on."
Grandma "no, you know that everything I pick out you hate. Get dressed and go out there and find some you like."
Kid, "but I don't want to go out there by myself! you do it."
Let me interject here and say that my grandmother would have already put the hurt on me for showing an inkling of disrespect, such as that.
Grandma, "Nope, not going to do it. Hey, why are all of the clothes in this pile at least $90 each?? you know this ain't no spending spree! I brought you here to get stuff you really need."
Kid, "Yeah, well, I really need this and that ----"
My butt was out of the door by this time, finally free to breathe through my nose again and hear the bliss of background noise in the store. Ok, so went back out, got something else, went back in-- this time on the other side from the drama, and surprisingly enough, the stank wasn't as bad either. Try on dress, like it, let's roll out.
I reached for the door and my ass is locked in! Of course, I'm yanking on the little lock thingy with all my might, hoping against all hope that I wouldn't get another dumb cut. Finally the door gave in. Y'all, I was almost having to crawl under there. Had that happened, you can bet my butt would have never stepped foot up in the Goody's again!
So, crisis averted and I hightail it up to the cash register. The line is long and they have one register open. I'm telling you, I wanted to get on the phone next to the empty register and say, "attetion little punk teenagers that work here. get your sorry butts up here right now, you can flirt with each other later." but, I refrained.
Meanwhile, a mere 10 feet away was Mr. GQ of the year (If you asked his opinion, I mean) on a $500 cell phone talking as loudly as humanly possible. Dude, there is a lobby right through those doors, get thee to it! driving me nuts. His woman checked out and they left. I breathed a sigh of relief, momentarily, at least until I realized that the lady in front of me had about $200 worth of returns. I'm sorry, but this is out of control ridiculous! even the little 15 year old behind me let out a loud sigh.
At long last, I paid for my dress and ran swiftly to the comfort of my pollen covered yellowish crimson Jeep. I'm sure I intended for this story to have a moral, but it doesn't. Just beware of the Goody's Family Clothing, y'all!!!
Amy
Posted by Amy at 12:32:19 |
Grace wrote: