Shop 'til You Drop

Shopping today for something to wear on vacation, I looked up, and on my right, was a gigantic fat woman searching the sale rack. And on my left, a little old lady, sizing a dress while keeping one hand on her walker.

WTF?

When did this become my department?

Now that the kiddo moved away, I can't even sneak into the skinny girl's area to peek at what's new, hip and, you know, not appropriate for my age.

I went right home and shopped online where, with only Miss Naughty Pants for company, I can see--do--be anything I want.