when H and I have a day off together. We do crazy stuff like go to Target.
Today was the first day of classes, so this weekend the town has been packed. You see a lot of parents with their kids...moving them into their dorm and stuff. It's cute. But it sucks because the town is packed and people aren't fun to deal with.
So, we hit Target...all the carts are junked up and H's fuse is already lit.
Upon entry, we see this girl. A young girl....14 or 15. And I see 'we see this girl' because I know he was looking at what I was looking at what he said, 'Really?'
This girl....she was dressed like she was asking for it. Her cut off were sooooo short AND THEN SHE ROLLED THEM UP. She had on a regular t-shirt, but it was all knotted up in the back, showing off her stomach. Then she topped them whole thing off with a cowboy hat....like the kind you would buy Forever 21. Not Bass Pro Shops.
Oh...H was going off (for him. He normally doesn't say anything in these situations). It was funny. He kept saying "Really?" And I said "Yes. That is her Target outfit." and started cackling like a loon. Then he was saying something else, but I didn't hear because I was shoving him into the bandaid aisle because I was laughing so hard I was crying and I didn't want tell the girl's father (yes, she was with her dad) that I was melting down in Target because his daughter was dressed like a hooker.
Oh, good times. H was livid that someone would let their kid out of the house like that. I was laughing at the obsurdity of that outfit, in Target and in general. That girl needs some shame.
