After several days with no money, I got paid. Thank Goddess.
At 7:30 this morning, I went to Walmart to pick up my outfit that I plan to wear to my next session with the gender therapist. Both the skirt and the top were between sizes; I wasn’t sure which size I needed. So, I took two of each garment, in neighboring sizes, to the fitting rooms. I asked the woman on duty if I could use one, told her how many garments I had, and she let me in. She didn’t give me a disapproving look or anything.
I found my sizes, then rehung the garments on their racks. I don’t remember why I did this. I know I didn’t have a grocery cart, and I know I was interested in finding a different top in the same series. Anyway, I rehung the garments, then found the top I wanted. I took the top, fetched the skirt, and then started looking for pantyhose. When I couldn’t find them, I went back to the saleswoman. For some reason, she now seemed a little strained. Something was freaking her out; I guess she had expected me to leave, and now wondered if I was planning to haunt the women’s department.
She showed me where the pantyhose were. I found the ones I wanted, then went looking for socks. I wanted ladies’ socks. My own socks were looking pretty ragged and needed to be replaced; and I’m gradually winnowing my wardrobe of boy clothes. I found what looked like some great socks and bought a six-pack. I then breezed through the cosmetics aisle and picked up a lighter and liquid foundation, some yellow concealer (for the beard), a brush for applying the foundation and another bottle of Revlon Red nail polish. Since I’m going to be painting my toes, I wanted to make sure I didn’t run out.
From there, it was home. Once there, I took out the top and hung it up. I then took out the skirt to hang it as well – and that’s when I discovered I didn’t have a skirt, but a pair of capri pants. They had been hanging on the same rack and were the same color and material.
It occurred to me that the error might have been fortuitous; so, I tried them on. Naaah! I wanted the skirt. This meant going back to Walmart. First, however, I wanted to see how the socks fit. They were brilliant! So, I gathered all the boy socks I have been wearing for who-knows-how-long and threw them in the trash. I then prepped the trash bag for the dumpster, planning to take it out in my way back to Walmart – that was when it occurred to me to check the wastebasket where I dump used kitty litter. It was full. So, into the trash bag went the kitty litter, again, on top of discarded boy clothes.
There is something special about that.
Back to Walmart. I took advantage of my return to pick up another six-pack of those excellent socks (which I was now wearing) and to get a twenty dollars in cash when I paid for my stuff with my debit card.
The stores at the mall were now about to open, and would be open once I got there; so, I headed for the mall, to visit the shoe store I had visited last week. They had the same style of shoe that I had found on-line and was planning to purchase, but in a size 12, not 13, which I thought I needed. Nevertheless, the salesgirl had suggested last week that I try on the size 12 to see if it might fit; so, that’s what I was going to do. I was able to get it on, but it wasn’t comfortable. I needed a size 13. The only remaining question was whether I needed a 13-regular or a 13-wide. I discussed it with the sales girl, but we couldn’t come to a consensus. So, I asked her if I could order both and return the one that didn’t fit; and she said that would work. So, that’s what I did. She was very nice; she gave me a 20% discount for ordering through the store rather than going on-line. That was extremely welcome.
Since I was at the mall, I decided to go back to Sears. In case you don’t know, Sears is in big, big trouble. I don’t know if they’re going to survive as a company. At the Sears store here, prices are slashed all over the place. On a previous visit, I had visited the purs...
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