So tonight's the big game. Saints vs Vikings
They're shutting down the city early this afternoon for the big Saints parade and for all of the traffic and everything.
Every station seems to be hootin' and hollerin' about this opening game, and it's so exciting!
What I'd give to be able to drive up there today, I just can't even say!
Instead I drove to the nearest WalMart early this morning for a couple of last minute things for a project I'm working on.
Can I tell you that a Walmart worker humiliated me?!
Alright, this is my story.
I know I'm not on the best dressed list anywhere, but I also know I'll never get called on to What Not to Wear either.
A normal trip to Walmart would have me in jeans and a tee shirt, but today I chose not to go that route.
It's game day.
On game day we wear our game clothes around here.
So, I wore Philip's 17 jersey, and my brand new Saint's pants.
Popped a gold bow in my hair and dug out my gold flip flops.
Now let me tell you, I didn't look near as cute as my daughter did in her fleur de lis onesie and Saints bow, but I will say I didn't look too bad.
Well I didn't feel bad.
In fact I felt good. I was in the spirit, I'd already taken some cute pictures of Addie in her tutu this morning, and to be honest I'm just getting hyped up with the rest of South Louisiana/America for tonight.
So I'm walking out of the sewing department and cutting to a register through the woman's underwear section where a woman who I'd guess was in hear early 50s shouts, "Oh look at that adorable baby in her Saint's gear!" So I smiled and replied, "Thank you." as I kept walking to the check out.
Homegirl proceeds to go on, "I can tell you one thing, that baby sure does look good, but mama you've got another thing coming."
I continued to walk and smile because frankly I didn't know where that was going.
"I don't know where you get off walking out of the door in your pajamas coming into public. Looks like you put a lot more effort into dressing that baby than you did yourself."
At this point it was kind of one of those situations where I'm wanting to look behind me to see if she's actually talking to me, but who am I kidding, I guess my pants are kind of pajama pants.
So I nod my head and agree, "Oh yea I'ma rock these black and gold pajama pants on game day."
I'm stopped dead in an isle, she's smiling at Adeline, and I'm all of a sudden ready for a fight.
She continues, "I don't care what day it is, when you come in public you should dress appropriately."
My mother in law is with me, and here she starts to defend me and chimes in, "She's pregnant, she wears what's comfortable."
Walmart lady says, "I don't care what you are you shouldn't come here looking like that."
Me, "EXCUSE ME? If it was a problem you should have chose to just not look at me."
Walmart lady: "Well that baby looks a whole lot cuter than you do, and she pulls it off much better than you've tried to today."
Me: "I'm sorry, this is Walmart, is it not? Are you kidding me right now??"
and then I just walked away.
She was still talking, but I was so offended and embarrassed that I literally just checked out as fast as possible and practically ran to the car.
I mean okay.
I get the whole annoyance with people wearing pjs to Walmart.
Really! I get it.
But have I ever had nerve enough to tell anyone anything about what they've chosen to wear to WALMART??? The place that has a webside dedicated to much worse dressers than ME!??????[http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/] I mean come on now do I really belong on this website?
I'm sorry, 80% of shoppers this morning at Walmart were decked out in black and gold.
Maybe most of them paired their jerseys with jeans, but hey.
Cut me a break.
I am no going anywhere else today. I will watch the parade at home on my tv with my 1 year old. I won't be in the dome where the energy is, I'll be at home by myself. I wanna wear these pants.
I'm kind of proud of these pants, and did I mention that I was just going to WALMART???
Don't you kind of sign up to watch idiots walk around all day when you decide to work at WALMART?
Not that I'm an idiot, because I'm not, but I've seen a lot worse strollin' the women's underwear isle.
So my feelings we hurt, and the whole ride home I thought of a million and one things I could have/should have said to that nervy woman.
Truth is, now I'm kind of laughing at the whole thing because I guess I do look a little silly, and the simple fact that I got my panties all in a bunch over a bitter WalMart worker is funny too.
I guess I should just be glad Philip wasn't with me.
[Assuming he'd come into public with me looking like this]
He'd have surely started a fight and involved management and all of that hooplah with me standing there in my black and gold and RED lobster cheeks.
so uh, wanna see what I look like today?
Here I am, folks.
What a disgrace. ...