Times have changed, but we still need time

There I was in the fitting room of a department store in Omaha, Neb. My father-in-law had given me some money as an early birthday present, and wanted me to buy myself something nice to wear. I am not much of a shopper, but I could not turn down his offer without seeming rude. And so he dropped me off at the store, and was going to pick me up in an hour or so. It is quite an ordeal to buy clothes for oneself. One must face oneself in the mirror not the imagined self of 20 years ago, but the real self, wider and heavier. Clothes that look lovely on the racks simply don't fit. I selected one group of clothes, brought it into the fitting room, and tried them on. It was a "trying" experience as my imagination (what I thought the clothes would look like) met reality (what I looked like when I actually tried them on). After a while, I thought I'd better check how much time was left before my father-in-law came to pick me up. Relief: it was still 2 o'clock, and not as much time had elapsed as I had thought.
Norwalk Reflector Staff
Jul 25, 2010

There I was in the fitting room of a department store in Omaha, Neb. My father-in-law had given me some money as an early birthday present, and wanted me to buy myself something nice to wear. I am not much of a shopper, but I could not turn down his offer without seeming rude. And so he dropped me off at the store, and was going to pick me up in an hour or so.

It is quite an ordeal to buy clothes for oneself. One must face oneself in the mirror not the imagined self of 20 years ago, but the real self, wider and heavier. Clothes that look lovely on the racks simply don't fit. I selected one group of clothes, brought it into the fitting room, and tried them on. It was a "trying" experience as my imagination (what I thought the clothes would look like) met reality (what I looked like when I actually tried them on). After a while, I thought I'd better check how much time was left before my father-in-law came to pick me up. Relief: it was still 2 o'clock, and not as much time had elapsed as I had thought.

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mary (Anonymous)

Try bathing suit shopping. Ughhh...I hate it!