C and I got to Old Navy at about 8:45. The store opened at 9. There were people crowded around the outside. It was sort of like this.
That kind of thing never happens here.
Never, ever, ever.
The store opened, and throngs of people all headed toward the flip-flop area. Seriously, it was like what you see on TV, where people are pushing and shoving and grabbing things out of peoples’ hands. Luckily for me, though, I have huge feet, so no one was going for my size (ha ha, all you tiny-footed people! Size 9/10 all the way!!!). I bought my first 5 pair (because it turns out that it was a limit of 5, not 6, per customer), C. bought hers, then we left the store and met up with our friend S. He didn’t really want any flip flops, so we figured we could get him to buy some for us.
So S. got there and picked up 3 pair for himself, 2 for C. I was like “What are they gonna do? Tell me I can’t buy more? I’ll go to a different cashier and if they say anything I’ll tell them I’m my twin”. So I got 2 more pair for me/my mother-in law, one pair for C., and 1 pair each for my nephews. At that point the lineups were about 50 people long per cashier, so no one said anything, because I’m sure that my original cashier wouldn’t have remembered me even if I’d ended up at her cash, which I didn’t.
Afterward we went to the Dollar Store (yes we know how to TEAR IT UP!) where C. bought scrapbooking stuff, and S. bought a Ped Egg (well, a knockoff of the Ped Egg). I din’t get nothin ’cause I’d only brought $10 with me. Later we went to the Starbucks (well, it’s not called Starbucks, but they sell Starbucks products? I don’t know how that works) that’s in the basement of the Confed Centre (oh look! I found the website for it! Mavor’s Bistro). S. treated me to an iced chai (I asked for tall, he got me venti – he loves me, always has always will, although he is “otherwise inclined“) and we sat out in the courtyard next to the fountain, talked about husbands and what S. wants in one and what C. and I like about ours. C. is on some kind of diet and was telling us about all the diet pill reviews she’s been reading to try and find the right one. I talked about my dragging-my-ass-out-of-bed-in-the-morning plan. S. had walked all the way from Stratford (where he lives) to where we were on University – which is about a 4 mile walk. And he does this every day. Needless to say he has no worries about his weight (we were talking about another friend of ours, G., who in the distant past when we were teenagers had stolen not one but TWO of S’s boyfriends, and was always saying how he was so much more attractive than S., because S. was your typical tall, gawky teenager with like, a huge ‘fro – yeah, not much of a friend, huh?- and how G. is now balding and growing a potbelly, while S. is like, super handsome with a decent haircut now). It’s nice to get together with people you’ve known since small times, and have a history with. You don’t have to talk a whole lot or explain backstory or anything because hey, they were there too.
And then a bird pooped near us so we abandoned the courtyard, dropped S. off at his house, and off C. & I came back home. Rob is amazed at all the flip flops, and I have a venti latte belly so I think I am going to nap now. Once again: Great success!
Sounds like a good time… except for fighting the crowd thing – yikes!
I haven’t seen that long a post out of you in ages. Made me feel somewhat breathless.
LOL Terry! Go to page 2 – there are plenty there that are longer.