
So I found this cute little
Splendid shirt at Marshall's last week.It was on the rack all by it's lonesome begging for me to take it home.
I looked for a price tag and couldn't find one.
It didn't have a tag on the neck either (it was ripped off).
But you can just tell it's Splendid (they're so, so soft).
I took it to the counter to ask how much it was.
The girl ringing me up took it to her manager.
They had no idea what it was.
The girl came back and said...
"we don't know what to do and we aren't even sure
it is ours...so you can just have it."
What?
Sometimes I love living really close to trashy little
parts of the state where parents don't know how to
distinguish cheap junk clothes from $40 fancy brands.
Actually, they probably do but choose to buy the junk anyway,
not necessarily because it's cheaper (we're shopping at Marshall's)
but because they like it better.
Poor kids.