First, thank you for all of your sweet support about the way I handled Mr. and Mrs. Jokey Jerkass. My goal is to never let anything like that slide ever again. Practice makes perfect, I hope. Now on with the show.....
In the days following our referral call, I went mildly nuts at the mall. I bought some baby clothes that I should not have purchased. I bought just to buy, which is never a good thing, am I right? Anyway, once I came to my senses I decided that I needed to take most (not all) of the clothes back. So this weekend, that is what we did, we returned baby clothes to three different retail chains.
Interesting thing about these stores, they like you to buy their stuff, but they don't seem to care for you returning their stuff. Yeah, they were all hugs and kisses when I bought them. But when I approached the counter with my returns, they were chock full o'disdain.
All except for one store, Gymboree. The lady at Gymboree was sweet and understanding. She even asked me whose baby I bought the items for which gave me an opportunity to whip out my baby's picture. And when I did she gushed on and on about how beautiful our willow bean is. Hey, any chance I can get to talk about how excited I am about our my daughter, I'm going to take it. I am shameless that way.
The Baby Gap man was damn pissy. He scrutinized the outfit carefully, and gave me a disgusted once over. Then he handed me my money and turned around without saying a word. Fucker. What he doesn't know is that I gave him the snake fang hand gesture that guarantees that he will experience a case of mysterious and crippling foot odor starting on May 4th. Yeah, I'm that good at dosing the voodoo where voodoo is needed. Down to the date, baby, down to the date.
The other store, something with Children in the name, well these ladies were practically humping my leg when we walked through the doors. Until I explained that I was there to return a purchase. Then they looked at me as though I had just picked my nose and offered them a taste. They politely asked for my Visa to credit my account, but their cute smiles were gone and were replaced with pursed lips. Let's just say that I didn't whip out any baby pictures for these women.
But hellooooo, I walked out of that mall $80 richer than when I walked into it, I got to share my excitement over becoming a mother, and I administered a kick ass case of voodoo to a grumpy Gap employee. Life is damn good!