Story: Tonight I went with Marmie to Goodwill. It's a common occurrence in this household. As I'm looking through the jeans aisle, this older woman (late 60s possibly early 70s) and I cross paths and she says, "Ah! I just want to find another pair of these jeans! (as she tugs on the jeans she's wearing) They're skinny jeans you know? And they're stretchy and they just fit perfect! Perfect I tell you. They're not too tight or anything." I'm just nodding and trying not to laugh that the 70 year old woman likes tight skinnies and wants to express it to the world. You go girlfriend! She continues, "The brand is Blue Bucket jeans... well, I think they are. Is that what it is? Are they?" (as she turns around and sticks out her buttock to me) I stare for a second at her butt in amazement that she's asking me and say, "Umm I can't tell." I have no idea what brand she's talking about. She continues, "Well here can you see?" (as she lifts up the back of her shirt a bit) Ummmmmmm, Wait. a. second. Am I supposed to really check the inside of her pants for her?! Really? She then lifts up the top of her shirt with one hand and with the other pulls down her pants a bit so I can see into her rear end area. I about die. As I'm looking at her lacy underwear I'm trying so hard to see the brand without having to tug on her pants. But with no luck (since she's wearing skinnies you know), I had to violate myself and tug on her pants/touch her lacy undies to barely see a blue b---- tag. I couldn't exactly tell what the second word was but responded as fast as I could "YEP. Blue Bucket! Welp, good luck on your hunt!" As I runnnn away. I found marmie and regurgitated the entire experience and she sympathized with me. Then about 15 minutes later marmie comes up to me and says, "Guess who just talked to me too!?" Yep. It was the skinny jeans granny. As they were playing the song "Whip My Hair" by Willow Smith (which I love) over the intercom thing, she walks up to marmie and says, "WHAT is she saying in this song???" Marmie answers: "I whip my hair back and forth" and the lady responds, "Ohhh.. I thought she was saying I wet my pants. I wet my pants."
We love goodwill. Can't wait to go back.
We love goodwill. Can't wait to go back.
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And you people wonder why I do not go to these places...
Ha ha ha, that is hilarious Rachel! Oh by the way one of the guys I wrote about well...he is not for me and now I well play the wicked avoiding game. I miss you and you need to visit often or you know move back maybe?
hahaha I bet granny's kids either love her or deserted her a long time ago.
hahahaha still laughing about the "i wet my pants, I wet my pants!"
oh rachel, in the words of kacy-kitty your 'so lovely and kind'
can we please please go here when I visit? this is hysterical.
lolololololol.... are you SURE she was shopping there or did she WORK there? and i mean that in all humor. nothing mean. :) but honestly, what a surreal sitcheeation (like how i worked in a little eastern idaho there, eh?)! thanks on the flier kudos. funny thing is they JUST called me into Beehives. literally 3 days after REALLY getting into planning the Super Saturday for next month. Ay-yi-yi! so i'm double-dutying it for a bit to get them through the SS. we'll see how this pans out. i might be sleep-deprived by the end of the next 30 days.... oh, and bald. but hey. it'll be exciting! :D
btw, i'm curious about your bowen family fan up above. my maiden name is bowen.... hmmmm..... and we live in the same state... veddy-veddy interesting! :)
Oh my goodness! I'm dying! hahaha
I'm so sorry Rachel. And I am so sorry her underwear was lacy.
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