The Day I Accidentally Brow Beat The Vietnamese Tailor
I have been applying to jobs with a reckless abandon, but without abandoning my standards. Last night I prepared four envelopes that needed mailing labels and made a promise that I would hit up Target for labels today. Unfortunately one of the types of labels I needed were not to be had, but the Target Triangle is still in action. I went in for $10 of merchandise and left with $150 of things I just had to have. A pair of pants for work (I tell myself that having new clothing is key because I like new things, also I find myself saying “I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR” frequently these days), two dresses (one for casual garden work and one for going out, both very appropriate for Texas in June when it will be like I set myself on fire and the flames were doused with hot sauce), four tops (because they fit over my tatas) and some labels. Right, can’t forget the labels.
The pants, remember the work pants, were too long so on the way home I stopped at the tailor for hemming. When the clerk was filling out the form I heard* her ask “what day?” To which I replied “Wednesday.” Unfortunately what she really said was “Thursday.” As she re-dated the ticket to reflect Wednesday, I quickly said, “Or Thursday, whatever.” I guess it’s not like I need the pants for work (have I mentioned that I am still not working? because, I’m not). So that was the highlight of my day.
*I have a genetic predisposition to lose my hearing before the age of 40. I often repeat what I think I hear Bruce say in question format. Like “You just locked a monkey in the bathroom?” This keeps conversations around the hacienda interesting.