Ok, so I go into this store and pick out a few things…. I happen to have had this weight gain, weight loss era from which I have emerged not knowing the size I am…. Don’t ask me why I just don’t look at the garment I’m wearing at the time for direction…. most manufacturers play with sizes in order to play with our wallets… you really have no Idea…. anyway…. I choose three sizes of each garment I have considerable interest in and proceed to the cattle herding pen we call a dressing room. I obviously have exceeded the limit of garments allowed, as I’ve picked out 15 outfits and have about 45 items with me….. the sign says, I can only take 6 in at a time!!!!!! Way to go! When I am done trying the first six I come out to ask the dress room assistant for the next couple outfits. She looks at me as though I have a third head screwed to my body… I don’t recognize her so I ask her, “Where is Lucia?” “Oh,” she replies smiling, “We changed shifts! She’s gone home!” Sooo.. I ask her, “Where are my clothes?” “Excuse me?” She says smiling….
“You know, the one’s Lucia was holding here for me?” “Oh!…. I though those were to go back on the floor! I AM SOOOO sorry!” with a sheepish smile she let me know… You do not collect $200, you do not pass go, you go back to the jail that is the department store and start All over again! …. and… this is the wonderful thing that is my day today 
I love my life!
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