Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Vikings Fumble

So I've decided that I am totally in love with Jared Allen.  I won't go so far as to claim him as my boyfriend, but a girl can only hope.  After getting a little razzed by my BFF's for not wearing purple on Sunday, I decided that I was going to get some sort of Skol Vikings wear.

Monday night after work I headed to Fleet Farm.  It was right on the way.  I was going to take the chance that the selection wouldn't be picked over.  I grabbed a couple jerseys, sweatshirts and t-shirts in various sizes (I have no idea what my size is in men's) and headed to the dressing room.  I should probably mention that throughout this shopping experience I was talking with my mom on my cell phone.  The fitting room attendant lady opened a room and I tried everything on and made my selection for what I was going to purchase.  Expect I needed a different size, so back to sporting goods I was headed. 

When I came out, the fitting room attendant wasn't there, so I left everything I didn't want on the counter and meandered around clothing racks.  I picked up some raisinettes on the way too.  I remember seeing a couple guys (dressed in orange...obviously employees) looking at me every once in a while but didn't think anything of it.  Got back to the vikings wear and picked a Jared Allen jersey in the size I wanted, but I also wanted to double check on t-shirts.  I was on the fence if I really wanted one.

As I was browsing a women came up to ask if I needed any help.  I said "No, I'm fine."  and continued to browse.  HOLD THE HORSES.  I've been shopping for probably 45 minutes and now someone asks if I need help.  And then again I remembered those dirty looks I was getting from those guys earlier.  I called her back to see what time Fleet Farm closes and she said "We ARE closed". 
WHAT?!  I didn't hear any announcements but then again,  I was on the phone with my mom.  I asked her what time it was.  She said 9:20.  They close at 9.  There was no way I was in the dressing room for 20 minutes.  Why didn't the lady dressing room attendant tell me they were about to close.  I would have been fine coming back the next morning to purchase my Hottie's jersey.

I felt like such a fool.  So embarrassed.  I had become the very person that annoys me at the Y.  People that overstay their welcome at closing time.  These employees want to get home to their families and get to bed after working long hours on their feet and here I am, deciding if I want Vikings crew socks or no-shows.  Stupid.  I don't think I'll be able to show my face in there for quite some time. Oops.


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