Going Commando

So, updates on my life.

1. I didn't get the library job. And honestly, I don't care. Sure, it would have been cool. But at this point, I pretty much expect rejection. Sad, but true.

2. My big bro got hitched. We partied.

3. (And this is the best one, the reason you read this blog) I was walking back from girls wear today, after tagging the clearance ballet and tap shoes. This guy stops me, who, judging from his appearance, seemed pretty normal. He asked me if we had any "low-cut men's underwear." I direct him to the men's underwear section, and point out where those would most likely be. He then decides to tell me that he is not currently wearing underwear, but he has a doctor's appointment in 20 minutes. He then laughs and mumbles "you know . . ." and trails off.

Sorry, no, I don't know. I don't care WHY you need to purchase underwear. In fact, if your reason is because you're currently wandering around my store free-balling, I'd rather not know. That definitely qualifies as things you are reasonably allowed to keep to yourself.

But that, my friends, is not the best part. Oh no. I get on our little headsets, and tell everyone what just happened, and THREE other people had the SAME GUY come up to them and ask them the SAME THING. Except with three of them, he followed it up with asked for a brown belt because he got kicked out of somewhere because his ass crack was hanging out. Because he doesn't wear underwear on a daily basis.

Here I thought I was special, but turns out he was telling any woman that walked past him. Security had to run him out of the store. HA.