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Saturday morning breakfast at IHOP.
Sunday dinner take-out from Red Lobster.
Monday dinner with friends.

Man, we've been some eatin' out fools lately. I have a Wandering Gullet meal all ready to be prepared, but things just keep coming up.

I spent the day in St. Louis today, trying to knock out some Christmas shopping. I got a few gifts for people, but mostly for me. I was looking for some khaki cords, because I find myself in the delightful predicament of not fitting into most of my pants (they're too big, thus delightful). I can make do with those that do fit, but a pair of khaki or black cords would offer a nice selection for winter wear. Anyway, I was at TJ Maxx, trying on 5 pairs of cords and 5 sweaters, in what is probably the most unusual dressing room experience I've ever had. I took the sweaters (limit 5 items) and headed into the third or fourth dressing room when the attendant invited me to the front dressing room with a curtain instead of a door. "It's nice in there. Big. Lots of room. Do you like curtains? And you'll be here right close to your pants. Mmm-hmm. I got your back." Got my back? Whatever. I know Muay Thai. I got my own back. I gathered up my items and headed up front to the big curtained room. It was nice and big, and I did indeed like the curtain. The whole time I tried on sweaters, she talked to herself. "Five in. Five waiting. Five out. Five in. No waiting." And so on, talking about my items. Finished with the tops, I took the sweaters out to her to exchange for the pants. While I was trying on the pants, I heard this, "This one is so pretty. I'm scared of it. There must be something wrong with it. My, it looks like one arm is longer than the other one. Mmm-hmmm. Oh, I'm scared of it. It's too pretty." All of this was said in a low voice. She was not talking to me. I had to dress very quietly to hear her. I almost called Blue Grilled Cheese, to let her listen in on this, but I was afraid my giggling would give me away. I wonder which sweater she was afraid of, and if it was one of the three I bought. I'd better check the sleeve lengths!

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My friends -- oh, let's call them Green Anything Italian and Red Enchiladas -- and I went shopping when I still lived in Denver. It was fun and we always ended up with a good selection of things that actually looked good on us, because we all went into -- I kid you not -- the same dressing room to critique the entire time.

We got kicked out of a store because they thought we were misbehaving and doing naughty things in there! Sure, we were laughing, but it was only because Green Anything Italian had tried on a t-shirt that was "XL" but clearly from the little boys' section.

Posted by: Red Momo | November 14, 2007 11:12 AM

I hate I missed this experience... I would have been sticking my head out from behind the magnificent curtain to look @ her....

I got stuck in a shirt once... was trying to take it off over my head... it was tight or something... totally thought I was going to have to go out with bot arms over my head, tangled in this shirt-- which was also over my face... to get help...

Posted by: Blue Grilled Cheese | November 24, 2007 08:35 AM