that girl is not me
I’ve always wanted to be that girl who finds the most amazing Diane Von Furstenberg dress at 85% off. But that girl is willing to look through messy clearance rack after messy clearance rack.
That girl is not me.
So imagine my predicament when I had to kill 2 hours this weekend while Maya played golf with her teacher (long story). And the only store in sight?
So during my 120 minutes at The Rack I learned that it doesn’t matter the city, the store, or the price point – the exact same bargain hunters can be found, no matter where the bargain may be.
1. The serious bargain hunter who will stare at you until you put.the.Prada.sunglasses.down. She will then proceed to glare at you as she snatches them up.
2. The mother with 5 little boys, none of whom want to be shopping. All of whom will step all over your feet as they entertain themselves with a game of tag, while their mother poses in front of a mirror debating the pros and cons of the ugliest Coach bag you’ve ever seen.
3. The hot-pink-velour-clad blonde who never learned the concept of personal space as she hovers over you and the size double- zero BCBG dresses.
4. And the white-haired contingent who will simply shove you out of their way if you happen to get between them and their Clarks.
Still, I must acknowledge the silver lining – Maya was occupied. For two hours. By someone else. And it’s for that reason alone that I am willing to subject myself to another showdown with any and all bargain shoppers.