Exercising My Sense of Humor

It's never an easy job to find pants, shorts, jeans, or any other bottoms for me and that's okay.  I've accepted the fact that I have to try on literally EVERY pair of pants before buying them, even if it's the same size, color, and cut.  It's just the cross I bear. haha!

I went to Gap last week to look for yet another pair of black pants, because apprarently the closet full I currently have isn't enough.  I pulled about five pairs and didn't really love any of them so I made my way to the register to pay for my $15 white shirt with sleeve embellishments (I felt I needed a little somethin somethin to make up for the defeat that just occurred in the dressing room).  When I arrived at the register I was questioned by the sales associate who said: "You mean you didn't find a single pair in that stack?!?!"

<<Inner Monologue to Sales Associate: "You know, you seem like a sweet lady and I know it's your job to sell pants but when someone brings a STACK of pants into the dressing room and ends up with just a white tee, chances are they didn't have much luck and don't need to be reminded of that fact.  And for the record, some were too big!">>

However, she did redeem herself.  I just responded by saying "Yeah, sometimes I have a hard time finding a good fit" and she said "How? You are so small. What are you a size 6?"  I could have jumped across that counter and made out with her right there, but I opted to just say "I love you for that" and smiled.  

Appreciating the kind words I just received, even if she was blowing smoke up my skirt, I made my way to the doors. Just as I was enjoying the pep in my step, I walked by this girl who was looking through a stack of pants and excitedly said "Oh Look! They have double zeros now!!" Really?! Really?! That's not even a size. It's a double nothing! 

All I could do was look up to the man upstairs, laugh a little, and say to myself "thank you for that."  I mean, it really couldn't have been a more perfect setup in the comedic world, which is where I constantly find myself living.  Instead of beating myself up about not finding pants and then walking next to a girl who is excited about a technically non-existent size, I decided to find the humor, laugh, and add yet another good story to the vault.  I had to look on the bright side. At least I will never be mistaken for a 10 year old boy.  Ooops, did I say that? ;-)

Love and shoes,
Kim