I was telling BB a story about the women's department at MACY's, and I was explaining to him that most stores call their plus-size department "women's." And he was like, "That's stupid." And I said, "Yeah. If I can't find the department, I tend to just walk up to an employee and say, 'Where is FAT?'" You gotta have a sense of humor when you're obese. Or, if not a sense of humor, you gotta have big pants. . . which was the reason for the Macy's trip.
So last night I was in the MACY's women's department getting rid of a gift card. (It was cool in Herald Square last night, because outside they were rehearsing for the parade.) And a woman came by who was obviously lost and asked the cashier if she was in the kids' section. And I said, "Yeah. Really big, fat kids." I mean, look around, lady. Since when do kids wear "ELIZABETH BY LIZ CLAIBORNE"?
Then I found myself in the Juniors section and thought, "Why is the music so gosh darned loud? How is anyone supposed to shop here with all this noise? And what do they need a Ben and Jerry's in the middle of the department store for?"
I'm so freaking old.
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They crank the music to discourage loitering. We can thank 7-Eleven for discovering this effect a few years back.
Muzak forever. Shudder!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Hi Carli. Back again from Michele's. I've thought about this some more, and I've come to the conclusion that we've become so politically correct that we no longer use the right word to describe things.
PC will ultimately be the death of precise communication. Mark my words!
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