A Funny Thing Happened...

I just had to quickly write about my embarrassing moment of the day.

I ran to Old Navy because I had one of those {dumb} reward coupons for $30 off my $75 purchase.

I figured I could find a good deal (or two) and come away with a bargain.

Or not.

I've decided that they give you those to trick you into thinking you're getting a good deal, then they take everything off sale, so you're really getting the same ol' sale as the week before. You would think I would have learned by now.

Anyway.

I went looking for a few sweaters for Mar, who happens to be in that crazy stage for girls that makes it tremendously difficult to find clothes - between little girl (not) and "junior"-sized. And I figured that it might be a great time for a deal on sweaters with warm weather around the corner. Nope.

I found two on the clearance rack (sorry, Mar, mint green and red were my ONLY choices).

Then I needed to find something to fill in my $49 gap. No pun intended.

I tried on a few pairs of jeans, and a couple of sweaters. I had to return to the dressing room numerous times with adjusted sizes, as I hadn't shopped for myself at Old Navy for a very, VERY long time (before last week I hadn't even stepped in an Old Navy for a good 2 years), and forgot that they have their own kind of sizing thing going on. I came away with a pair of cropped jeans in a size 12 (eek!), and a pair of white jeans in a 6 (wow! I haven't been that size since I was.... 14?). Regardless, it was a pain in the hiney to keep going back to the dressing room to disrobe/re-robe/disrobe/re-robe, if you know what I mean.

Once I had selected my purchases (Mar's two sweaters and those crazy-sized jeans), I headed for check-out. I felt lucky to have hit the line at an opportune time when there was only a short wait before I was called to the register. I noted that the line had grown a bit behind me as I whipped out my coupon, satisfied that I was getting at least a reasonable deal.

About two minutes into my transaction, a kind lady tapped me on the shoulder.

"Your sweater is on inside-out."

Perfect.

I thanked her several times for letting me know as I quickly took it off, turned it right-side-out, and put it back on. The people waiting in line smiled and chatted in hushed voices amongst themselves. I wanted to ask my oh-so-helpful cashier if he had noticed it and neglected to mention it, but I didn't. I was VERY appreciative of the correction before heading off to run more errands.

It's made me smile a few times today, as I wondered how long I had worn it around the store that way.
A reason to smile is a good thing, so I thought I would share.

Up next: Mar's guest post. 

Unless something else too-good-not-to-share comes up.