Shopping can be Dangerous...
Today was the officially deemed, "Girly Shopping Day" for my mom and I. After gutting out my room of crap I no longer needed, I realized that most of my tshirt and pants were still from high school. Not wanting to end up being one of those 40 year old chicks that still wear their fangirl shirts I decided to donate those clothes (to a younger cause) and invest in some new ones. Along with some good shirts and an awesome fricken pair of purple pants from old navy (yeah purple!) our adventure led us to the dreaded VS. Victory Secrets.
*Gasp*
Or the Bra and Panty Emporium as my sister and I call it. Now most trips to VS are short and brief (haha brief get it!) just because if more than one store girl asks me if i need help over the course of 5 minutes I start to get irritated. This is partially due to the fact I know that they get tips for helping you and also because the last girl to help me managed to tell me I was an A when in fact I am a B+ to a C. Really now... they're not that invisible to see.
But that's not the story of this trip. No this trip led to my scariest trip to VS yet. All because I just wanted to try on a bra in the changing room. There I was patiently waiting for a room to open when one of the doors slams open and the tannest, scarriest woman I have ever seen lounged out of the room in just her bra and ran full force towards me. My eyes widened in panic as some of what I thought be my last thoughts passed through my mind, "Oh dear god... I'm going to be killed by rampaging leopardprint past ripe watermelons." Perhaps I should mention that the woman wore enough silver eyeshadow that I could see my own terrified face reflected in it, as well as the silver lipstick she was sporting. Her hair was perhaps the most bizzare of the bunch. While her tan and make up reminded me of those ganguro girls in the japanese manga, her hair reminded me of Cruela Devil. It was dyed in streaks of black, grey, white, blonde, and brown.
I managed to survive the encounter as the woman stopped to converse incredibly loudly to her friend in another stall about their boobs (I know its VS but aaaahhh its worse when you're eye level with em!). I preceded to jump into my own room and out again in less than 2 minutes. But while waiting to pay at the counter it all became clear as to why this encounter happened.
The lady was Canadian.
Eh....
*Gasp*
Or the Bra and Panty Emporium as my sister and I call it. Now most trips to VS are short and brief (haha brief get it!) just because if more than one store girl asks me if i need help over the course of 5 minutes I start to get irritated. This is partially due to the fact I know that they get tips for helping you and also because the last girl to help me managed to tell me I was an A when in fact I am a B+ to a C. Really now... they're not that invisible to see.
But that's not the story of this trip. No this trip led to my scariest trip to VS yet. All because I just wanted to try on a bra in the changing room. There I was patiently waiting for a room to open when one of the doors slams open and the tannest, scarriest woman I have ever seen lounged out of the room in just her bra and ran full force towards me. My eyes widened in panic as some of what I thought be my last thoughts passed through my mind, "Oh dear god... I'm going to be killed by rampaging leopardprint past ripe watermelons." Perhaps I should mention that the woman wore enough silver eyeshadow that I could see my own terrified face reflected in it, as well as the silver lipstick she was sporting. Her hair was perhaps the most bizzare of the bunch. While her tan and make up reminded me of those ganguro girls in the japanese manga, her hair reminded me of Cruela Devil. It was dyed in streaks of black, grey, white, blonde, and brown.
I managed to survive the encounter as the woman stopped to converse incredibly loudly to her friend in another stall about their boobs (I know its VS but aaaahhh its worse when you're eye level with em!). I preceded to jump into my own room and out again in less than 2 minutes. But while waiting to pay at the counter it all became clear as to why this encounter happened.
The lady was Canadian.
Eh....