Thursday, November 6, 2008
Do you remember Chinese Handcuffs? They are the carnival toy that you put each index finger into, then when you try to pull your fingers out, the little sucker tightens up and keeps you locked in. This was pretty much my experience in the dressing room on Monday. I had found this cute blouse with cuffed sleeves. I put my arms in, and pull it on. It was a bit snug, so I proceeded to take it off. I got the blouse off my shoulders and began to pull. Here is were I ran into a little bit of a problem. The shirt had a death grip on my pudgy arms. I panicked. Will I have to call the attendant? Will I have to leave the dressing room with my alarmingly white and flabby belly hanging over my pants, while my arms are pinned behind me in what has become a straight-jacket? I can feel my core temperature raising with each scenario. Finally, in desperation, I fling my arms over my head and manage to free the offending blouse from my body. Ahh relief! I'm out of breath. I quickly redress into my own clothes. I bring the evil blouse to the attendant. "How did it go" she asks politely? I feel my face growing red at the memory of what just transpired. I sheepishly respond, "I didn't like the color on me". Then I quickly removed myself from the premises.