So, I ran to Old Navy today, in search of t-shirts that didn’t smell like my last twenty workouts and shorts that weren’t coming apart at the seams, like the ones I’ve had and worn for the past four years during the summer.
Wandering the aisles, I found some colorful, non-smelly t-shirts and was looking at shorts when this girl snuck up on me and here I was, all ready to do battle with her over the last “Miami Bunny” t-shirt in neon lime green, when she just leans over and gives me $20 in Old Navy cash. She said “I saw that you have quite a few things and I can’t use more than one coupon today, so here’s my other one, today’s the last day of the sale.”
Then the little fairy godmother scurried away.
Now, I’ve experienced lots of things in various local establishments. I’ve seen parents yelling at their kids in stores. I saw a man shoplift not one but two or more bottles of cologne, not ten feet from the cashier, on Christmas Eve.1 I’ve seen certain teenage girls racing around our grocery store playing cart tag and acting more like two ten year olds than 18 and 16…(A & M, I’m talking to you) but this was a new one.
I’ve given people my place in line, and once gave someone a $5 coupon, but this chick topped that by saving me 40% on my new “I’m gonna workout” clothes. For no reason, other than to be nice.
So here’s to you, girl with the dark hair who wasn’t actually honing in on the t-shirt I wanted. I’m sure you’re (not) reading this, but I wanted to thank you anyway. And you’re welcome to that shirt because although I hid it behind my back when you came by so you couldn’t have it, I tried it on and it was too tight. It’s back on the shelf.
1 That Christmas Eve thing? I did tell the manager but since she didn’t see it she couldn’t do anything. I like to think the gentleman in question got coal in his stocking.