X-posted to ethel
On a lark I decided to stop by my favorite clothing store, Express, to see if there was anything kickass for the Erasure concert. I rarely buy clothes anymore, but this concert is a special event, and I have money saved.
I was greeted as usual by a salesgirl, and was asked if there was anything particular I was looking for.
I hesitated and then said quite honestly that I was going to a concert, and was going to be meeting the band afterwards so it was a pretty special deal. That piqued the salesgirl's interest. She immediately wanted to know what band.
She was about 17.
I was fairly certain that she would have no idea who Erasure was, but I told her anyway. Her eyes widened, and she expressed love for the band. Suddenly, I had a sister in music. This Paris Hilton wannabe and I bonded like that.
And then she got on her handset radio and called an army of trendy female employees. Now I would have never have guessed this, but apparently every hot chick who works at Express is a diehard Erasure fan. Go figure. They mobbed me with questions and paraded outfit after outfit in front of me. I felt like the hooker in Pretty Woman. Well, after she whined to Richard Gere.
(Hot girl ass tapping hint: Hum "Chains of Love" upon entering any Express store and you have a decent chance of getting laid.)
I tried on a few outfits, but didn't buy anything because they all made my boobs look square. Stupid darts. The enb.