This cracks me up. I've been having weight issues during the last year, and while home for Christmas reverted to wearing my sweatpants on all occasions because everything else was too uncomfortable. A couple of days after Christmas I decided to check out the shops near where mom lives, especially Chico's, which was the closest and where I have had success before. Not this time! pitiful selection, and even the sweats on sale were $50! I don't think so!
So I decided I would hold out for the next available trip to Walmart, but while wandering about the shops Ken suggested we look in one to see if they had any pants. The first jeans I saw on a rack at the front of the store were for men, it turned out, and the woman at the counter pointed out that there was a table with women's jeans on sale toward the back of the store. I thanked her for her guidance, and then she proceeded to add, "but you probably won't like them, they're trendy." Um, excuse me? Let me offer you a course in customer service 101. Don't assume you know what I like, what I want, or what I can afford. (Think "Pretty Woman," LOL) She went on to make several other comments that just dug her hole a bit deeper, and I realize that part of her effort was to be helpful, but in short, she blew it! (We'll forget the fact that I couldn't actually afford the $242.00 jeans, LOL! )
From then on there were regular self-references to my trendiness--"I think I'll have the seven-onion soup for lunch, because after all, that's what trendy people eat." Come on, confess, l know that trendy is one of the first words you all would use to describe me!