My sister and I just got back from the mall. That being said, it was also one of the best events of my life.
We entered this store looking for dresses for some school function of hers and I had the squire position of running around and picking them out. With little to no respect I would either get yelled out bc I would purposely pick out the most hideous dresses for her to try on or things that were way too small. That part wasn’t my fault. I guess I have horrible depth perception. Riiiiiiiiight.
So she’s in the dressing rooms and I have this flamboyant gay employee following me around, occasionally asking me if I need help. He leaves towards the dressing rooms and out of nowhere comes hurrying out making a huge fuss. He looked really disturbed, almost to the point of tears.
I go into the dressing rooms to hand my sister something and she opens the door with this face. I can’t even describe it. Almost like the face Jack Black makes when he really fucks up or sees a giant replica of some sort of food.
She starts to whisper. “I thought it was you.”
"WUT?" I reply.
"I thought it was you knocking so I yelled… I yelled "HOLD ON, I’M GOING!! JESUS!!!"
At this point I’m on the verge of tears. How was she supposed to come out and face him as well as the other people in there?
She ran out of the store. It was beeeeeeeeautiful~*