There had to be 25 people in line and I was stuck. I couldn’t get out. I have a fear of being enclosed; of not being able to escape. And there I was, with this brat putting his grubby little hands on everything and the oblivious mom, and what seemed like an endless line in which we all shuffled. Why was I doing this? JUST to get the jeans on hold. I hadn’t even tried them on yet.
Eventually I made it the front of the line and received my two pair of jeans. What if these didn’t fit? I wear 3 sizes depending on the brand. So, I pass the teens, the moms, the frat boys, the kids, the shoes and the clearance. Finally I am at the dressing rooms. Surprise. Unattended. A woman points out an empty room and I graciously thank you. Jean #1 – it’s a GO! Jeans #2 – I am on a roll!
I very happily return to the front of the store, until I see the line and hear babies crying in the back of the store. Overstimulation. My worst enemy.