Underground Shopper

I am by no means a “savvy” dresser. I don’t embarrass myself by showing up in jellybeans and leg warmers but beyond that I guess my fashion sense is – safe. Not too “Garanimals” and not too “Lady Gaga” – just inconspicuously ordinary. It has come to my attention, however, that my partner Ang sees me as some sort of “What Not To Wear” savant.

Exhibit A: The setting…an ass clinching cold day at Kohl’s Department Store.

Me: Hey Ang! Look at this sweater – what do you think?
Ang: Oh ughh…what is with that ropey pattern and the zipper front – looks like something an old lady would wear.
Me: Really?? I kinda like it actua-
Ang: Do they have my size?? I wear a small….try to find a small…Oh look! They have it in black too! I’m going to get it in black and this un-old lady oatmeal color! You check that rack over there and I’ll keep looking over here. Hurry! I think that woman on the Rascal just put one in her basket.
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