I can't go a day without doing something stupid.
I went to the store and I was looking at some shirts, but I had no idea what size I wore. So I take two to the fitting room along with some t-shirts and there's a girl there who watches the door. She takes the t-shirts and start going in, but then I thought "Oh, this is the bathroom! I'm going the wrong way." I turn around and look and I see the fitting room behind me. I go in and there's a big fat lady coming up the isle looking at me funny. I say "excuse me" as I squeeze between her and the wall (because I'm polite like that) and I go all the way to the end booth (because I'm shy like that).
I end up getting depressed because I'm looking at myself in a mirror and the clothes fit so bad that I look retarded on top of ugly. I go back out and the girl minding the door looks at me and says "Did you just use the ladies changing room?" I turn around and sure enough there's a giant sign that says "Women -->". I say "Um, Ya" and this guy watching the whole thing can barely contain his laughter. She says "I'll take what you don't want" and I hand her everything. As she's walking away I say "But I want those t-shirts. Where are they?" She turns to look at me (confused? pitifully?). She points and says "They're under your hand." Sure enough they're on the podium that I'm leaning on, under my hand.
I take the package and mutter something about me having a bad day, and as I walk to the register I can hear the guy laughing his ass off all the way from the escelators.
I wonder what stupid thing I will do today?
I went to the store and I was looking at some shirts, but I had no idea what size I wore. So I take two to the fitting room along with some t-shirts and there's a girl there who watches the door. She takes the t-shirts and start going in, but then I thought "Oh, this is the bathroom! I'm going the wrong way." I turn around and look and I see the fitting room behind me. I go in and there's a big fat lady coming up the isle looking at me funny. I say "excuse me" as I squeeze between her and the wall (because I'm polite like that) and I go all the way to the end booth (because I'm shy like that).
I end up getting depressed because I'm looking at myself in a mirror and the clothes fit so bad that I look retarded on top of ugly. I go back out and the girl minding the door looks at me and says "Did you just use the ladies changing room?" I turn around and sure enough there's a giant sign that says "Women -->". I say "Um, Ya" and this guy watching the whole thing can barely contain his laughter. She says "I'll take what you don't want" and I hand her everything. As she's walking away I say "But I want those t-shirts. Where are they?" She turns to look at me (confused? pitifully?). She points and says "They're under your hand." Sure enough they're on the podium that I'm leaning on, under my hand.
I take the package and mutter something about me having a bad day, and as I walk to the register I can hear the guy laughing his ass off all the way from the escelators.
I wonder what stupid thing I will do today?
You poor thing.