My Five Finger Discount Usually

My Five Finger Discount

Usually I'm pretty careful about checking new clothes for price tags before I wear them. I always check for the tags that hang from the arm or inside the collar as well as the "Inspected by #12" stickers you sometimes find on the inside of the article.
Today, I pulled a blouse (purchased for me by my lovely boyfriend) out of my closet to wear and I cut the tag off, did a hasty search for others and then threw it on.
It was a lovely rose-colored blouse that drew compliments when I went into work today. The color was so flattering to my complexion, they said.
I thanked them and felt good about my appearance...for about 5 mins. For some reason, I was fidgeting with my shirt and smoothing it down along my sides when I felt something odd.
My boss was talking to me at this point about something important, I'm sure, but I wasn't listening because I was trying to figure out what this small bulge was in the side of my shirt.
The horror of the realization hit me and I stood there in shock.
The plastic security tag was still attached to my brand new blouse.
I was at work. With the security tag bulging out from the side of my shirt. Oh. My. God.
I realized that my boss was asking me a question and my brain wouldn't even come up with an answer, I just stared at her and then bursted out laughing saying "Oh my God!"
At this point I had to show her and also try to convince her I didn't do a bit of shoplifting before going into work today.

We determined that if I kept my right arm down, you couldn't see it. So, I spent the day walking around without moving my arms like Molly Shannon from that Seinfeld episode.
I'm about two seconds away from total insanity.

Posted by De at January 8, 2004 10:31 PM