Almighty, so I'm on vacation with my grandfather and my uncle, got down to Florida yesterday after my flight was delayed. That didn't bother me as much because there was fog everywhere and I wanted my watchers to know where I am lol. Anyway! My grandfather took me shopping today and we went to two different Baells stores to see if they had different things I liked, loved the first one, bought a new shirt and new jeans with six pockets (... I am one happy mother Tucker about the pockets, but they were also VERY COMFY!) At the other Baells store though, their selection was less than stellar and their store was bigger. Sure I liked some of the clothing their but it was full of NOTHING that I would normally wear, that's not what burnt me up. I found a nice white t-shirt with a worn out look to it I love in my shirts without it being worn out. The shirt was 5 dollars according to the sign, now remember that price for later.
I was at the register the first time, didn't notice the shirt I had in my size was without a proper price tag, I got out of line grabbed what I thought was the right shirt. I'd grabbed a different one by accident and then felt embarrassed for not paying attention, when I come back the woman behind me was already ahead of me with the same clerk, I don't blame the clerk for doing that, I hate holding up lines anyway, however when he asked the lady in front of me if I could go ahead of her and she said yes, I'm thinking that was really nice. THEN I finally noticed I had the wrong shirt from the same rack. I was embarrassed and had to hop out of line again, the clerk's kindness is the only reason I didn't leave.
NOW the third time I was in line, I had everything right and was feeling good about it. I was ready to get my shirt and leave with it. I get it rang up, sales clerk looks at me and says "okay sir, you owe 10. 98," I look at the clerk and say "Could you repeat that price again?" He said it again, I was thinking he made a mistake and at this point I mentally said "duck this shot I'm done." Which translates vocally to "Thank you very much but I don't need it." And walked on out. Moral of the story is, If it says five dollars on the rack and there are more of that EXACT same shirt in different colors, make sure the shirt is what it's suppose to be priced.
Now I don't like getting mad and angry, I am not a nice person when I am. Ask any of my friends who have seen me mad over something so FRWAKING STUPID and they'll tell you it's not pretty. The sad thing is, I'll agree with them and today? I didn't do that, I didn't raise he'll about it, I didn't get as angry as I thought. On the way back to my Uncle's house I realized "Wow, I'm not the same angry prick I use to be... YAY!!!!"