Susan and I took a few days this past week to get out of town and "vacation." We went to the Rangers game on Wednesday night which proved to us in person that they are as bad as we thought. But then we spent the next two days going to different shopping areas in DFW area. (Yes I went without too much pleading from Susan.)
We went to a new outlet mall called Allen Premier Mall. And, apparently..., the new style for ladies is now these skin-tight yoga pants that leaves not much to the imagination and bright colored tops. But of course Susan doesn't want to have anything to do with these. But all the sales help are wearing these in the stores we went to such as Nike Outlet, Adidas Outlet, etc. So this attractive sales lady, who happens to be African American, was wearing a pair of these black yoga pants and a florescent yellow top. She comes up to us and asks if we need any help. Susan, as usual, says, "No. We're just looking." But seeing an opportunity to show Susan that I still think highly of her, I said, "Hey," to the young lady. "Don't you think my wife would look good in some of those yoga pants like you've got on?" I say this while doing my "Vanna White" impersonation using my arms to showcase Susan.
"Oh yes." she says. "You can so wear these. You just get a bright colored top and you would really look great."
"See there!" I said. And then doing the Vanna White thing to the sales lady I say, "See how this just POPS!"
Susan just looks at the young lady and says something about "Just can't take him anywhere" and pulls me away from the sales lady.
...We didn't buy anything in that store.
The next day we go to Waco to see Chelsea. She wants us to go watch her wakeboard. Now this cold front has moved in and we were totally unprepared. Having only short sleeved shirts we were thinking we would just pop into the Cabela's store and buy a jacket for each of us to wear.
Now we walk back to the clothing section. Chelsea tells me we are in the women's section and the men's section is further down. So I take off by myself to the men's section. Now my number one priority in finding the right jacket is price! So I find a rack of Cabela brand camo jackets with a big sign that says $49. I think.. ...perfect. I find a large and begin to try it on.
As I'm having a little trouble finding the second sleeve the man working that section comes over to help me get my arm in the sleeve. About that time Susan and Chelsea walk up having found a jacket for Susan. The jacket I have put on however is really tight. The camo looks good but it won't hardly meet in the middle. Susan says, "That's too small!"
"It's a large." I said with a confused look on my face.
Then the sales clerk who helped me get it on says...[Wait for it].....
"Well, that's a women's jacket. I started to say something when you were trying to put it on."
"It's right here in the middle of the men's section?"
"Well we have this one rack of women's stuff." Then he says, "You know how I tell the difference?" He then points to the collar tag and says, "It says Cabela's for Her."
Really!!! Chelsea is doubled over and Susan just stands there with her hand over her mouth. They won't even help me get out of this contraption. The sales clerk walks over to another rack and gets me a men's jacket that looks the same. But says this one will fit better. He mumbles something about I wouldn't have to think I had really gained a lot of weight. UHmmmmm!
And Susan wonders why I don't like to go shopping!
