let's put it this way,
i was shopping and i found the cutest shirt. just what i've been looking for. perfection, definitely pinterest worthy. i put it out at the front of the dressing room so i could take in my next bunch of clothes to try on. (oh i also officially hate that system in clothing store fitting rooms: only 6 items at a time) when i was finished, i started gathering the clothes i was going to buy. i then realized i didn't have that one favorite shirt. i panicked. me and my crew started searching for it frantically. the girl working the dressing room was being kinda sketchy. no help at all. after quite some time i was about to give up but i decided to make one more round through the store to see if i could find it.
thats when i spotted her. that lady. she had my shirt. my eyes narrowed.
i asked her, "where did you find that?"
"oh i found it in the dressing room, the girl said it was just left there."
"oh, i was the one who left it, and i was going to buy it."
"oh i'm going to buy it. sorry about that."
i walked away almost in tears.
i wanted that shirt. i wanted it bad.
my crew had my back by trying to see if we could get it back.
but that lady would not let it out of her grasp.
i left the store raged.
i hope karma
smacks that lady in the face.
she was old and that shirt was mine.