Thursday, February 5, 2009

Abercrombie

I don't normally shop at Abercrombie and Fitch. Until yesterday, I don't think I've ever been all the way in the store. I'm just not cool enough. Especially with a stroller! But yesterday I was "sans stroller" and by myself, and my oldest has been hinting that he would like something from there. I guess the time has come for one of my children to be aware of labels. Although I'm not that way so much anymore, I can relate. I grew up in the 80s after all with the Polo and the Izod and the Girbeaud and Guess jeans. I had some of it then, and then realized how silly it all was once I have to pay for it. Now, I like cheap purses that I throw away and can't imagine spending so much on something that I place in the floor of my car daily, but I do have a few exceptions. I like nice jewelry. I would rather have something flawless and real and wear it all of the time rather than lots of trendy accessories. I save the trendy for my purses:) I digress.

So there I am in Abercrombie looking through the sale stuff and I asked the guy about this "muscle fit". I talked to him for a few minutes and he was pretty darn helpful. I went on to say how big my son is, how much he weighs and would this size fit, etc. Finally after answering my umpteenth question, he says, " just so you know, I don't work here." Well, if I would have apologized right then and walked away calmly he might have thought, "ok, she's weird" but that would have been it. Instead, I threw my head back, opened my cavernous big mouth and gave my biggest belly laugh/cackle that I am famous for. I really laughed hard. I think I even knee-slapped. I can still chuckle just thinking about it. I really crack myself up. I'm turning into my Mother, and I think she is awesome, so it's a good thing in my book. After the obnoxious laugh, the guy had vanished. I think I scared him a little.

So to conclude: As much fun as the store visit was, I felt a little funny walking around the mall with a shopping bag with a half naked man on both sides. From now on, I should probably stick to shopping their online store. I really am not cool enough for Abercrombie and Fitch.

1 comment:

Heather said...

Reading the blog version of the story was just as entertaining as hearing you tell it, and oh I can picture the cackle. I'd have done the same thing (cackle wise that is). Isn't it great to be turning into our Mothers? haha