I always thought the first man to help me undress would be my husband.
so. today I spent my lunch hour shopping. I went to the outlet mall where I was hoping to find a few new shirts for work. I don't know what made me decide to go into BCBG, maybe it was the glaring 70% off posters hanging in the windows. One thing led to another and I find myself in the dressing room, wearing a shirt that I can't get off. Seriously. I tried everything. It wouldn't come off. I was very willing to rip the shirt and just pay for it. But I couldn't even make that happen. I was stranded. What to do? Finally the nice man came to check on me and I swallowed my pride and told him of my situation. As there weren't any women that worked in the store, he was kind enough to help. Thank. Goodness.
Oh my gosh....are we busting a gut! What a hoot!
ReplyDeleteAnd I got a phone call from Heather when she got stuck!! I am just glad she made it out ok:)
ReplyDeleteHeather vs. The Shirt, round one. The shirt wins. :) Ha ha ha. So funny.
ReplyDeleteI once got stuck in a dress at that bebe place. Luckily I had a friend along to help me. Was it a zipper malfunction or a no-stretch empire waistline? That last one will get you every time. :)
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