When I went dress shopping, it was more like dress-trying-on-so-mom-could-make-me-something-nice, and all the pressure was off. that and we went on a sunday am, and thank GOD got the one saleslady who could not give a flying fuck what we did or what we bought, and when we asked for the most god-awful style to try on for fun, laughed her ass off.
I think I also scared the lady at the door who tried yelling at me to get me to tell her my shoe size. I told her I wasn't trying on shoes, then told her I was not going to be wearing shoes so she could shove them. My mom laughed and laughed at that one.
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When I went dress shopping, it was more like dress-trying-on-so-mom-could-make-me-something-nice, and all the pressure was off. that and we went on a sunday am, and thank GOD got the one saleslady who could not give a flying fuck what we did or what we bought, and when we asked for the most god-awful style to try on for fun, laughed her ass off.
I think I also scared the lady at the door who tried yelling at me to get me to tell her my shoe size. I told her I wasn't trying on shoes, then told her I was not going to be wearing shoes so she could shove them. My mom laughed and laughed at that one.
Oy, they're some scary folks.