I was shopping at Target a week or so ago looking for a freakin’ dress for this freakin’ wedding. Target is one of my absolute places to shop for just about everything! Clothing, pet stuff, home decor, etc. It’s just a nicer place to be then god-awful Wal-Mart. I did find a dress there that I actually purchased. This was before I found the perfect dress at the mall the other day. It was just sort of a back up in case I didn’t find anything that I liked at the mall.
The dress I bought at Target was definitely not ‘dressy’ enough for a black-tie event. First of all it cotton. Don’t get me wrong-I LOVE cotton, but I think a black tie event requires some sort of strange, unidentifiable, man-made material.
Secondly, it was navy blue. T will be wearing a black tuxedo and I’m not real sure how I feel about navy blue and black. It might be weird in pictures. People will look back at their wedding photos and say something like, “I wonder if that girl knew that her dress was navy and not black?” “She looks awful in that navy dress next to her boyfriend in the black tux.” And really aren’t wedding photos the most important photos of your life. I could end up in someones wedding photos….and be there until the end of freakin’ time! I can’t take this wedding stuff lightly. I need to look decent for cryin’ out loud.
Thirdly, the dress had very tiny spaghetti straps. Don’t get me wrong-I LOVE spaghetti, but…
*Yes folks, I’m seriously that funny!*
…but spaghetti straps aren’t really the most flattering for a girl who has broader shoulders than Micheal Phelps. Kidding, but gawd they are broad. And I did feel as if there was a bit too much flesh showing. I like to keep flesh showing to a minimum most of the time. So if I would have ultimately gone with the Target dress I would have had to find a shawl or shrug or whatever to go over top of it. By the time I was done it would have cost the same if not more than the ‘perfect’ dress that I bought at the mall. Aren’t you dieing to see it?
The navy blue-cottony-flesh showing-Target dress is sitting in a bag in the back of my car waiting to be returned. It’s money just waiting to go back into my wallet. If I wasn’t penny pinching I would probably keep the dress for another occasion like….well…umm…okay so I don’t really have a lot of ‘occasions’ but whatev.
BUT-the navy-cottony-flesh showing-Target dress is not the point of this post!
The point of this post is to tell you about a mini-freak out that I had after I was done purchasing the navy-cottony-flesh showing-Target dress.
It was getting dark when I was leaving the store. There weren’t a ton of cars in the parking lot. I was walking directly toward where I thought I had parked my boyfriend’s Escape.
When he’s working in Africa I drive his car sometimes all the time. Because it makes me feel cool. So I walked down the aisle where I thought the Escape was. And then down the next aisle and the next aisle and the next aisle…
Now I have to confess a little here (cuz we keep it real here at PLSF) and tell you that I am notorious for not remembering where I parked my car. Smart people look at the signs in the parking lot and make a mental note before entering the store. “Oh look! I’ve parked my BMW in aisle H-section 21! I’m a prissy jerk!” And then they continue into the store, do their shopping, and head back out to their car. I never can remember to take a look around and actually make note of where I parked. I had a little freak out this summer at a Wal-Mart where I was wandering the aisles looking for my car. It was 800 degrees out and I was sweating and getting dehydrated and getting ready to curl up and die. Then I saw my car. I also had another incident (at a Kohls store) where I went in one door and somehow went out a different door. After a good 15 minutes of searching the parking lot I realized what I had done. Idiot!
…continuing on… So I’m out in the Target parking lot wandering around. I’m looking for my car, but at the same time playing around with my CrackBerry trying to look cool and not like a lost loser. Sometimes I would stop and pretend to text on my phone while secretly scanning the parking lot. At the same time I was pressing the Lock button the key thing to see if I could see the lights flashing on and off. Nope. Nothing. I walked around forever pressing the lock button. It was a good plan actually. Especially when 798 people are doing the same thing as they are getting in and out of their cars.
At this point, I’m getting a little freaked out. I honestly thought that T’s car might have been stolen. Hey, that crap happens in this City. I was half way tempted to go talk to the rent a cop sitting in the golf cart across the parking lot. Maybe he/she could drive me around and help me find my car before I died of exposure. No. That’s an absolute last resort. Then I remember the Emergency horn button that T has on his car! My car doesn’t have one so I had sorta forgotten about the one on his car. I was a little reluctant to press the button as it would make me look like a total dork. Why? Because I figured that I would be standing right next to the car when the horn went off. And I was afraid people would point and laugh and write about me on their snarky blogs. Oh what the heck! I pressed the button. Nothing. No horn. So I walked around the parking lot again pressing the button. I had to be at least somewhat close to the vehicle for it to work. Nothing.
Okay! So now I’m getting really worried. I looked back at the store to see if I had come out the wrong door. No-that store only has one door. Idiot proof. So my heart was racing and I was planning my death as I would have to tell T that while I was out “shopping” his beloved Escape had been stolen!!! How are we going to survive with one vehicle? Will the police ever find it? Will it be on the news in some sort of police chase?
And then it hit me….
I hadn’t drove T’s car to Target.
I had driven my car.
My beautiful silver Pontiac Vibe.
I almost fell over dead right there in the parking lot.
I started pressing the lock button on MY key thingy. And there she was. Sitting proudly exactly where I had left her.
Yes-I had walked by my very own car probably 6 times.
Yes-I’m a moron!
So-if you have two vehicles that you periodically use, don’t take both keys with you to the store. Only take the keys to the actual vehicle that you will be driving. It will possibly help you avoid public embarassment and inner shame.
But you’re probably a smarty pants and can actually recall the vehicle that you drove to your destination.
Whatev.
J
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