Alright world, it’s been a while since I last wrote anything
for you. I figured it was about time that I change that. I know, I always make
excuses about how I never have time to write and my life has become
exponentially busy (which is partially true) but I do, in truth, have time to
write things. Maybe not long-winded, flowery description, of the events that
unfolded during the day.
Well, quick catch up on the life of Alex. Since my last post
in September I have started dating an amazing guy that I’m completely in love
with. It’s been four months and I can say I’ve never been happier. I quit my job at Motherhood Maternity to go
and work for a company that is ten times more amazing than the other one. I’m
now the Co-Manager at Journeys Kidz in the Orem mall. I know, I’m a mall rat. I
may as well live in that place. I finally got some color back in my hair! And I
love it. I’ve made amazing new friends and have been living an awesome life.
Now, I’ll get to what I know you all read this blog for
[which I know is definitely not a recap on my life, because let’s face it,
you’re all in love with me for my humor (at least that’s what I tell myself)].
So, here it goes. One night when my boyfriend and I were roaming the mall in
search of a dress for me for a New Year’s Eve party that he and I were
attending I noticed something curious about a group of girls looking for
dresses. I picked out a couple of dresses in a few different styles, and
watched as these girls all pulled the exact
same dresses out of the racks and gush about how cute they would all be if
they showed up to the dance with the same dresses. They probably weren’t a day
over fifteen, and that could be why there was this odd sort of excitement about
matching each other to such an event. But not every girl was happy about
matching her companions.
You know the overwhelming popularity of the Grumpy Cat (I
can’t believe I just had to capitalize that due to the feline’s viral-ness)?
The face that so many internet memes are made of now? Yeah, this girl looked
like the human version of Grumpy Cat. Brian and I had to try so hard not to
laugh at her faces. She was clearly disgruntled about the whole matching
situation, but due to the clear monarchy styled friendship she claimed to be a
part of she had no say in anything.
The girls walked into the fitting rooms before me, and all I
had to say once they left ear-shot was, “Peasants, you shall have the privilege
of wearing royal garments for one evening, but nothing more, and never again.”
Now, I thought I had said it just loud enough for my boyfriend to hear me, when
I heard a giggle coming from behind me. Slowly, like the female lead in any
horror movie, I turned my head—eyes wide and jaw slightly agape. An employee of
the establishment had her face buried in a rack of dresses, shoulders bouncing
as silent fits of laughter consumed her.After a prolonged moment of silent laughter, she removed her head from the articles of clothing, and with a beet red face, sighed.
"Thank you for saying that. I've been having such a hard time dealing with that girl and her clones." She said between tiny giggles.
She walked away wiping tears from the corner of her eyes.
I brought her to tears with my wittiness. I felt proud. Like a mother. Nah, like a comedian. People are so dumb. This post was dumb, but you read it anyway. I promise I'll find more entertaining stories.
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