It's that time of year again, when I must buy a new dress for the office functions. When I weighed 100 pounds I enjoyed the experience, now that I weigh a bit (ok, a lot more) it's not such a fun experience.
Today, I went with Shawn to the mall to get some shopping done and to look for the dress. I went into one of my favourite stores hoping to find something appropriate. Shawn took his seat in The Husband Chair while I went to the dress section and started browsing. When I shop for any clothes, I usually wait until something jumps out at me so for the most part I like to be left alone. Well tonight, I was approached by a salesperson. This is what transpired:
Her: Are you looking for a dress?
Me: (inside voice: Why else would I be looking here?) outside voice: Yes.
Her: What size are you?
Me: (inside voice: None of your freaking business!) outside voice: The number, I'm not posting it here :)
Her: (pulling out a dress) Here's one in your size and it's a nice one because it hides everything.
Me: (inside voice: Go blow it out your ear.) outside voice: I don't really like velvet.
Her: Why not try it on anways?
Me: Ok.
Her: What about this one?
Me: (inside voice: No way am I going to wear a dress the same colour as baby poop.) outside voice: I don't have shoes that go with that colour.
Her: What about this one?
Me: (inside voice: Maybe if I was about 100 years old.) Not really what I'm looking for, but I'll try it.
Her: This one will be perfect!
Me: (inside voice: YIKES!) outside voice: It's out of my price range.
Her: What?
Me: It's out of my price range.
Her: I don't understand.
Me: (inside voice: Oh boy.) outside voice: It's too much money.
Her: How about this one?
Me: (inside voice: Maybe if I was a hooker.) Outside voice: I don't think so.
Her: Ok, I'll put these two in the dressing room.
So I tried both of the dresses and both of them stayed in the store. The search continues.