Saturday was my day to knock out all of our holiday exchanges and returns. I accomplished that...and also managed to make myself feel a little granny-ish.
Need I say more? Ambercrobie and Fitch. You can smell it already, can't you? I think they must hire someone to walk around spraying their colognes like mad in there. Ick.
Anway, my brave mother ventured into A&F and bought Russ and I something for Christmas. She did well--we were both happy with her choices--until we tried them on and of course our normal size was way too tight (because we aren't 12).
I went in to just return the stuff-- Russ shouldn't need an XL in a shirt and I shouldn't feel like The Incredible Hulk in a medium! I saw Russ' shirt on sale and they had an XL. I started to call him to see if he wanted me to exchange or return, but I realized I couldn't even hear myself think. The music was so DANG loud we couldn't have had a conversation in there anyway. (By the way, I'm ALL FOR loud music).
While I was checking out, I had to intently stare at the girls lips, so I wouldn't miss a word (because I certainly couldn't HEAR her).
So, by the time I left, I felt like a fat, deaf granny. They must do that to keep us 30-somethings outta there. It worked--I'm not going back...except maybe to get a glimpse of the lovely men they have on their bags and posters.