Maliia's Old Navy Adventures

I did a little shopping yesterday because I'm female and that's what we do. I know its a stereotypical statement but you have to figure that in general terms there's probably some truth rooted in the whole thing. I'm not saying that everyone woman likes to go shopping but enough probably do that the stereotype is born. Anyway, so I was just wandering around like a nomad through the mall looking at things. I really try to pay attention though and only buy things that I thing I can really use and enjoy. I've seen some women wandering around like Nordstrom zombies trying to find anything that will work well enough that they can buy it. You know, its like they really want to buy something, anything and its just a question of what.

I'm not picky about where I shop though and what I buy in terms of brands and stuff. I know some girls who will only shop at Nordstrom or Hollister if she's a hip chick (which I am but I'm also a lot more open minded) or they would never buy anything at the Target because you know, that's where the poor people shop (which is totally not true but you know, we're talking about impressions and excuses here, not reality). See, if I see something cute that I like and I know I'll wear and enjoy, I don't care if it came from Target or if its not made by some fancy designer. It's all about me looking as cute as possible and being happy. Some girls seem to think that the designer labels and $300 jeans will bring them happiness, but I just don't think it works that way.

So I went to the Old Navy store. Isn't that just the coolest. For a long time I refused to go to Old Navy because I hated their commercials. I wouldn't go anywhere near one. I said gah, their commercials are so terrible, I don't want to have anything to do with that. Ugh! That was great until one day a few years ago when I was doing something, I don't know what but I was in some shopping center somewhere waiting for something or whatever and there was an Old Navy store. Well I had nothing better to do anyway so I thought okey, I'll go look around. Hey, I was pleasantly surprised. They had some pretty cool stuff and it wasn't too expensive. Excellent. Besides, as you know I'm a super small girl. Hey, I have to buy half my stuff from the children's and juniors departments at stores but Old Navy had great sizes for me like XS and XXS. That's tough to find for me you know. I'm just a few hot fudge sundaes away from being able to buy normal clothes in the adult department. Maybe not.

Now before you start thinking that I'm being paid by the people at Old Navy to get you to go shop there, this is where the story is going okey? So I went in yesterday to the one here in Santa Monica and gah it was totally crowded. Okey I can handle that but I found some cute things. Seriously, a really cute tank top and couple of little half button tops. Very neat stuff, trust me! I wanted to go to the dressing room to try them on but it was packed. Not just packed but htere was a huge line of people waiting for a room. I hate lines, I can't wait in that. This isn't like trying to get into a rock concert. It's a fucking dressing room people!

But those tops were really cute too. So do I wait in line or do I ditch the tops and try again another time. I'm a creative girl so I thought of a third way which was naturally to go back to the women's department, take off my top and just try on the shirts right there. No my tits weren't hanging out I was wearing a bra, but that was pretty much it. Hey if girls can wander around Third Street in bikini tops (including me sometimes) why not wander around in a bra right? Besides, it as only for a couple of seconds and I loved every second of it as the nasty little exhibitionist I am.

Anyway, the story worked out well, I bought the ones I liked and everything was happy right? Well almost but not quite. See when I bought the stuff I was told that hey, if I go online and do a quick survey or something that I can get a discount for my next time. Oh goodie! See that's the thing now with all these chain stores, they all want for you to do surveys so they can find even better ways to get you to buy their stuff. So I thought why not. So when I got home I turned on my trusty little computer and went to the address it gave and started my survey. Quick survey my ass. I was going through question after question after question. It was never ending. Have you bought a shirt in the last 6 months? Are you going to buy a shirt in the next 6 months? If you buy a shirt in the next 6 months, will the shirt be blue? See, I think that driving your customers to commit suicide (or worse yet, murder) just can't be good for business. I didn't think the stupid survey would ever end but finally it did and now when I return to the store I'll get my big $5 discount. Unless of course I don't go back in the next 88 days in which case I'm screwed.