The Mall

I can't really believe I am writing this story on my blog, but after telling this story to Marty and my mom, I thought it was too good not to share.

I used to really enjoy going to the mall as a teenager. Now, not so much. In fact, I'm glad I don't live close to a mall so I don't have to go there very often. I've had my overdose of mall time this past month and each experience has left me with a bad taste in my mouth. Let me explain.
First off, it has taken me three different attempts to get an Invisable Shield placed on my Ipod. First attempt, involved a Saturday at South Towne Mall. It took 30 minutes to turn into the mall from the Freeway only to be told it would take 1 1/2 hours to complete the shield. I had one tired baby so we left. Next attempt was last Friday. Marty had the day off so we tried Fashion Place Mall. I was told by the guy it would be 20-25 minutes. Sweet! So we all walked around the mall wasting time and came back once and he didn't say anything so we kept walking. We finally came back and he looked bored so I approached him. He asked me what we needed, so I reminded him about my Ipod. He then tells me that they didn't have any shield for my particular Ipod and to check back next week. My response, "so I just waited 25 minutes so you could tell me that?". His response, "what did you want me to do? Go find you?". Thanks Jerk!! :) I mean that only in the kindest terms, of course. Forgive me, I'm human and get frustrated too.
So today, my step-mom was watching my kids so I could get some last minute Christmas things done. I had planned on wrapping presents, but decided to attempt to get this shield on finally. I had called ahead to South Towne and was told they had plenty of covers and that it would take 45 minutes. Not ideal, but much better without kids so I went. When I finally made it there, the girl said she had another Ipod ahead of me so it would be 1 to 1 1/2 hours. Yikes! I had no other shopping I wanted to do, but I did NOT want to come back so I waited. I walked around a few stores, but didn't see anything I wanted to buy.
Then I walked by Victoria Secret and remembered I have been wanting to have a bra fitting done there for a long time. What a perfect way to use some time. I'm no bra expert and I never spend lots of money on bras, but thought I would at least get a fitting. Having kids has kinda caused some changes in my body, and not for the good. I have been meaning to have a bra fitting since I had Brooklyn, but have always felt a little embarrassed about it. It was the exact experience I had dreaded. Some young girl offers to help me. She measures me and then puts me in a dressing room with all the different styles in my size. Let me just say for those that have never noticed, I'm not the most endowed woman and have never been. Such is my lot in life. Anyway, so I'm in the dressing room hearing this same lady helping about 4 others. I could hear everything. There was a teenager next to me with her mom who was a double D, another girl who used to be not even a A, but had surgery to now be a C or a D (I stopped listening) and then another girl who was a D as well. There I was, lets just say "tiny" and this sweet girl keeps yelling out for all the dressing room (and maybe the store) to hear my size. Thank you for the embarrassment. At least I was behind closed doors. :)
Next she asks while type of bra I like and I make a comment about the fit of most of them to get her opinion on what style would work best. Her only response was "well, you are (insert size here) so that's just what's going to happen". Thanks for the ego boost.
Then we're off to find the type of bra that I liked best. I had looked around the store before getting fitted, so I had an idea of the price range. Yep, she leads me right over to the section that I knew was expensive. She proceeds to pull out my size and asks me if I would like to buy two. I kept asking how much it was and she avoided the subject. Finally I found the price of $50! She told me I could get a free tote if I spent $60. She showed me the bag and it had Victoria Secret written all over it. Now where am I going to use that? Definitely not at church. Meanwhile, this girl is walking the bra over to the cash register. I had to find a way out of this. So I told her that I thought I had a coupon at home and that I had forgot to bring it. She gives me the "yeah right" look and walks away. Yep, I'm cheap and I will NEVER spend $50 on a bra. I don't even spend that much on a shirt.
Turns out the size I am is the same size I thought I was so I'll just head back up to Walmart and buy the kind I already have.
What I learned: Bra fittings are pointless and Victoria Secret is just not my kind of store. Though I did buy some great sweaters from there online the other day.
I did get my shield on my Ipod finally so at least I accomplished something today!