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O.M.G. the most embarrasing thing in history just happened to me, courtesy, again, of my mother. Let the telling begin...
so i was in the car with mom because we were going to go to mervyns to get some tshirts for david. then she was like "what are we going out for again? stocking stuffers? because you know i havn't got any for anyone yet." reminder: yes it is xmas eve. so of course i had a panic attack bcuz i am not going to get any stocking stuffers. but it gets worse.
mom decided that mervyns was to far away and she wanted to go to sport chalet and i was like ok, because that is a really cool store. but when we got there i discovered the truth...mom wanted to get a scuba diving suit for david. so she practically runs to the corner of the store where the wetsuits are, me tagging behind. then as she has no idea about the different kinds of wetsuits, she decides to ask for help. she does this by cutting the line of about 100 ppl at the main desk waiting to buy stuff and walks up to the cashier and is all "where can i find someone to help me with wetsuits" and of course the lady stares at her like she's psycho (becuz she is) and is all 'umm look around, any of our store ppl can help you.' sooo mom finds the nearest guy who happens to be about 50 and kinda fat ::damn, i wanted a cute guy!:: and she starts goign through the rack of wetsuits asking him to tell her the differences in EVERY SINGLE ONE of them.
i'm like uhh mom we dont have time for that why dont you just find 1 that looks like it will fit him. but of course she insists and the guy gets all flustered so he calls over another store assistant ::high schooler, but ugly:: who has no clue so he calls over ANOTHER store assistant ::old lady::. so the whole store and my mom are just standing there arguing really loud and my mom keeps gasping really dramatically every time she sees a pricetag ("ohh that's too much i could never afford it :gaspgasp:"), which is often. THEN she decides that they could use me as like a size scale because david is nearly as tall as me, so immediately all these wetsuits are like flung out infront of me and that old man is holding one up to my stomach and the old lady has one at my back and they are like shoving me trying to be the 1st one to find a size that will fit me. i swear i am not exaggerating this. the high school guy is just standing there giving me this 'i am so glad im not you' kinda look and i am literally DYING with embarassment and trying not fall over. but then when they DO find one in my size mom is about to buy it when she remembers that my bro is a guy and probly would not appreciate a pink wetsuit. and now it is getting late and we leave for SF in half an hour, so my mom decides not to get anything anyway. the store ppl are pissed off at us bcuz practically all of them have been trying to help my mom and she blows them off and walks out of the store with them glaring at us. story of my life. ::sigh:: andnow i must go. feel free to comment on the suckiness of my life and post it!
luv y'all
so i was in the car with mom because we were going to go to mervyns to get some tshirts for david. then she was like "what are we going out for again? stocking stuffers? because you know i havn't got any for anyone yet." reminder: yes it is xmas eve. so of course i had a panic attack bcuz i am not going to get any stocking stuffers. but it gets worse.
mom decided that mervyns was to far away and she wanted to go to sport chalet and i was like ok, because that is a really cool store. but when we got there i discovered the truth...mom wanted to get a scuba diving suit for david. so she practically runs to the corner of the store where the wetsuits are, me tagging behind. then as she has no idea about the different kinds of wetsuits, she decides to ask for help. she does this by cutting the line of about 100 ppl at the main desk waiting to buy stuff and walks up to the cashier and is all "where can i find someone to help me with wetsuits" and of course the lady stares at her like she's psycho (becuz she is) and is all 'umm look around, any of our store ppl can help you.' sooo mom finds the nearest guy who happens to be about 50 and kinda fat ::damn, i wanted a cute guy!:: and she starts goign through the rack of wetsuits asking him to tell her the differences in EVERY SINGLE ONE of them.
i'm like uhh mom we dont have time for that why dont you just find 1 that looks like it will fit him. but of course she insists and the guy gets all flustered so he calls over another store assistant ::high schooler, but ugly:: who has no clue so he calls over ANOTHER store assistant ::old lady::. so the whole store and my mom are just standing there arguing really loud and my mom keeps gasping really dramatically every time she sees a pricetag ("ohh that's too much i could never afford it :gaspgasp:"), which is often. THEN she decides that they could use me as like a size scale because david is nearly as tall as me, so immediately all these wetsuits are like flung out infront of me and that old man is holding one up to my stomach and the old lady has one at my back and they are like shoving me trying to be the 1st one to find a size that will fit me. i swear i am not exaggerating this. the high school guy is just standing there giving me this 'i am so glad im not you' kinda look and i am literally DYING with embarassment and trying not fall over. but then when they DO find one in my size mom is about to buy it when she remembers that my bro is a guy and probly would not appreciate a pink wetsuit. and now it is getting late and we leave for SF in half an hour, so my mom decides not to get anything anyway. the store ppl are pissed off at us bcuz practically all of them have been trying to help my mom and she blows them off and walks out of the store with them glaring at us. story of my life. ::sigh:: andnow i must go. feel free to comment on the suckiness of my life and post it!
luv y'all