There I am at Target in my new smaller shorts and a new smaller tee shirt. I’m just following my cart around the store looking at this and that. I felt a little “scratchy”. I ignored it – I’ve had some mosquito bites lately. I kept shopping.
My cart and I traveled down one aisle and perused the shelves – nope, didn’t need anything, just wanted to look. A lady walked by me and stared at my legs. I thought to myself, “well that’s bizarre.” I kept shopping.
Over to the cosmetics aisle to pick up some nail polish remover. Itchy feeling on my back again – I reached around and tried to scratch as best I could. Then something else caught my eye and the cart and I moved on.
Traversed the books/movies section – this young kid looked at me and said something to his mom. I was now starting to freak out. I looked down – no – my clothes were not on backwards – what the heck is going on here?
I took my cart to the check-out lane and the nice lady and I chatted away while she smiled at me and rang up my purchases.
I drove home and brought stuff inside. Some of it had to go upstairs so up those stairs I went, bags in hand. The nail polish remover went into the bathroom – and as I went to open the doors to the double pantry closet in our bathroom (they are mirrored doors) I realized why I itched and why everyone was looking and smiling.
Yes, there hanging out of the bottom of my new shorts was the tag I had forgotten to take off. And in the back of my tee shirt yup there was the tag hanging off that, too.
It is now official. I have lost my mind. At least I was entertainment for the shoppers at Target so I guess there was no harm. I’m sure none of my 11 faithful readers have ever done this – maybe one tag – but tags hanging off everything you’re wearing?? sigh…