yesterday i went shopping for my upcoming trip to Spain. at the end of our time in the big massena mall i decided to splurge and buy a pair of footless tights. unfortunately the only place that sells them in the north country is Express. now i don’t have anything against that store but i don’t care to go in it all that often since it’s usually overpriced and i feel like the biggest frump every time i’m in there.
you see, i’m not really the Express kind of girl. i’m not tanned and i’m not doing anything to remedy that since i’m fine with my pale complexion. my hair isn’t shoulder-length, flat ironed, and every color under the sun. make-up? well, i do wear some but i don’t plaster my face with it and Lord only knows i had hardly any on yesterday. and i wear sweaters with flower buttons which everyone i know thinks is just darling, but it doesn’t really go with the city chic thing they have going on.
i walked in yesterday and found myself the only customer in the room with three Express workers watching my every move since they didn’t have anything better to do. i got my footless tights and went up to pay for them. the casheir looked at me, smiled her fake beautiful smile showing her straight and bleached white teeth, and said, “now you do plan on wearing these with a short skirt, right? because that’s what they’re for.” now i know i didn’t look super trendy yesterday but i’m not that out of it when it comes to fashion and i found her question rather rude. but because louissa can never be rude back, i smiled myself and told her that i would be doing just that.
then on the way home we had to get gas. lets just say i went into the store twice before i was able to get the pump to work properly for me. all because i didn’t know i had to lift up a little black lever. that was fun.