My Target Experience

I had to return something to Target today.  After "unshopping," I checked out the maternity section without high hopes.  There were a few cute things, so I went into the dressing room to try them on only to find that maternity dresses are ridiculously short and scandalously low-cut. I took three dresses in with me, and when I handed them back to the "attendant" on my way out, she said, "You don't want any of them?"  I just smiled politely and said that they didn't fit right. Well, then I got a little ways away and she said, "You do know these are maternity, right?  That might be why they didn't fit."  I told her that I was pregnant.  With this reply, I got this shocked look from the dear elderly lady that seemed to say, "You naughty girl." Apparently what some have told me is true:  When I'm not wearing makeup and my hair is in a ponytail I look like I'm in high school.  

Now, I'm glad this lady has morals.  If I were in high school, it would obviously be a lousy situation and one that wouldn't be pleasing to my Savior.  However, I'm not!  I've graduated from college, been married almost three years, and we were planning on having a baby.  

So, on top of the shirt that reminds people that my stomach is off limits, I guess I also need to have one that says, "I'm older than I look and I am happily married!"  just for those days where I didn't have time to fix my hair and put on makeup.  


The Herd said...

That's terrible that she made some judgment call with her look---so sad that we Christians sometimes judge first then love...we have all fallen--who are we to look disappointed at other people's junk--we need disappointment over ours more. Enough for the sermon...
I would have questioned the look---but then again, maybe not, I'm not so quick on my feet with my words.

Arlene said...

Oh, I'm sorry, Lauren! It is frustrating sometimes, isn't it? :(

I'm right there with you, girl! I am mistaken for a teenager all. the. time. And, I've had people ask, after finding out I have a son, if I was married or not (obviously, they didn't ask *ME*). Sometimes I want to yell: "I'm 24, my husband is the only man I've ever kissed, we both saved ourselves for marriage, we've been married 4 1/2 years, my son is 2 1/2 years old, and we're expecting another little one in April! I'm grown already and we haven't done anything wrong!!!" LOL, but I refrain. :o)

Now I just try to find a way to use the words "my husband" or something along those lines as soon as possible, lol! Maybe next time you get a comment about not looking pregnant, you can laugh and say, "Yeah, I know; my husband teases me that I'm not showing yet, either!" :P

Mommy said...

Lauren that happened to me. Only I *HAD* Tiny Boy. I went grocery shopping for the first time after his birth. I left the Girls with Daddy, and went off to Publix "to get out of the house"

I walked passed an elderly demmo lady who spoted Tiny Boy, and had a sweet smile on her face. Then she looked at me, and said, "How old are you?" I said 24, and she said, "Whew! I thought you were 16!"

I thought it was funny, but at the same time I decided it wouldn't be wise to let her know I had two older sisters at home, LOL!