this is a bonus post for today. you're welcome.

so first i went to steinmart to take back the stuff that didn't fit b/c you would think if you wear a 27 lucky you wear a 27 chinese laundry, but nooooo. sizes are wacktard. the last stop i made was at target where i found what i believe are exactly the sweaters i have been seeking - by which of course i mean the sweaters they have had for weeks have finally gone on sale - although because i waited for them to be on sale i had to settle for a small in the black, but then there's really not that much difference between a small and a medium. more evidence that sizes are wacktard.

in between steinmart & target, i went to dick's [heh...] to see if they had the black lady hagen skort i was wanting and yes they did. javalujah! i think i got a too big size, but i tried it on and it seemed right. it's a larger size than my other 2 LHs, but if we have established anything at this point is it that sizes are wacktard.

so i went to pay for the skort and the line was soooo slow and then the guy in front of me was all with showing the cashier these futbol socks that he was going to purchase. and by showing i don't mean show-and-tell fishing for compliments - i mean pointing out some dirt on the cuff of the sock. you could tell the cashier firstly had to really look hard to see the dirt and secondly was thinking this guy was a wacktard because if the socks are dirty, then just put them back and get another pair or for heaven's sakes take them home and warsh them. but then of course, the crux of the case of the dirty sock was that he wanted a discount. "how much can you give me off for this dirt?" she was like... "uh... 10% is the best i can do." he took the 10% which is a fairly solid amount for someone who was certainly standing at the sock rack stealthily stepping on socks.

when it became my turn, i approached gracefully, gently laid the skort on the counter, and whilst tenderly smoothing the fabric i looked the cashier knowingly in the eye and quietly stated, "there is absolutely nothing wrong with this skort, but i want a discount, too."

she smiled. she said she was glad to know "someone else saw that". she gave me 10% off my purchase.

the moral of this story is: 10% discounts come in wackatudinous packages.