Now, this is what happened... I was strolling by this store that had signs on several boxes sitting in their doorway. They said fun things like, "This bin $1.00!", etc. Oh boy. My hunnibunni says he will wait while I go see what loot I can haul away. I am looking for inexpensive bangles so I can cover them with clay.
So, I toddle into the store and peer into the $1.00 box. HO! Score! In this box is a large collection of the world's ugliest plastic bangles. I mean, who buys puce plaid over yellow? Gross. I'm serious. TRULY horrendous. Now, not only are these things ugly as sin but they are ONE dollar as opposed to the original $7.00 price tag. I chortle. While I am chortling I look around to see that I am a MINIMUM of 40 years older than everyone else in the store. Hmmm. What do I care if these teeny boppers don't like the old lady laughing at ugly bangles while scooping them up? I wonder if the clerks behind the counter are even legal? They look to be about 12. Middle school drop outs, no doubt. :(
Anyway, I take a bunch of bangles and dutifully go stand in line behind several young things who are buying clothing that no self-respecting hooker would wear. Scary. I think, do their mothers know what they're buying? I guess they must as the kid has to get dressed in it, right?
Not a one is buying puce plaid bangles. Because I am so old and am buying puce plaid, the clerk babies are looking at me funny. I grin at them and wave my puce plaid at them. They quickly turn around hoping I will either learn to be socially acceptable or disappear. Preferably both. Old people should NOT be allowed in public, yanno.
My turn at the register. The two kids stand there looking at me funny, chomping their gum. I refrain from whipping out a mirror so they can see how remarkably cow-like they look. I am so kind. :) One proceeds to ring my sale then tells me that I am welcome to come back in 3 days and already I have $5.00 to spend! Yippee. So, I ask her if they will have more puce plaid bangles. She doesn't have a clue so I thank her and leave her in blissful ignorance.
Ok, I have just checked my oven. The puce plaid is happily bonding to my clay, I haven't keeled over from fumes, no firemen are on their way, not a helicopter in sight... life is good. :D