Tiles and Tops

Today I had the pleasure of heading into Jacksonville to pick up new ceiling tiles for our church. Yea that's right, me. Am I the only one who finds this hilarious? I mean really, out of everyone who is a member at our church, somehow I ended up being the one to go and pick up our new ceiling tiles. M to the Izz-A (my hubby) is on the Properties Committee and he pretty much volunteered me. Not that I minded, because I really didn't. I just think it's safe to say that if a visitor came to our church one Sunday and was asked to look into the crowded congregation and pick the person he thought went to pick up and unload the new ceiling tiles, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't say, "That girl, right there, in the hot pink sundress." But whatever, it was nice to help out and I hate to sound cliche but, doing for others really does make you feel good. See, can't you tell from the pic? (And no, the forecast did not call for makeup today.) (I knew what you were thinking.)








But on to the part of my day which I think deserves a mention...I stopped by Body Central to browse their tops and jewelry while waiting for my husband to call with directions to the tile place. I can always count on Body C to supply me with an inexpensive, cool top to wear out. (because I go out so often. pshhh) Granted, there's several things in there I wouldn't be caught dead in, but there are some definite finds. I can't really buy their pants or jeans though. They're never long enough. I'm 5'8 barefoot with bad posture. So you know that all of their pants tend to look like capris on me. Well, since we're going out to eat this weekend with some friends and fam for my birthday, I figured I'd snag a new top and some cute jewelry. The only downside of going to Body C is that there is always some overbearing 19-year-old trying to sale me on one of their many Buy 2 Get 1's. Ughh, seriously, just let me shop, I'll let you know when I need ya. After trying on several pieces of clothing and finally finding the shirt I wanted, I picked out some jewelry to go with it, and proceeded to check out. The girl that opened the dressing room for me was the same one to check me out. Even though I was making my last trip around the store with two tops in hand, I decided to buy only one.



Well, don't think she didn't notice that I was missing the "other top".


"Your not going to get the other top as well?"


I gave her a quick head shake and started digging in my purse for my wallet. (She had been so pushy the whole time I was shopping that I really didn't feel like explaining to her why I chose not to buy the other top.)


I noticed that as she was punching the numbers into the register she glanced up with eyes only, not moving her neck, and spotted where I had not so conspicously placed the "other top". (okay, so maybe sometimes I don't put stuff back where it belongs) There it was, in all it's multi-colored glory, squished in between a pair of big, pleather-looking heels. She didn't know I saw her eyeball it. So she proceeded...


"So you're not going to get it? Where'd you put it?" Oh it's like that.


I looked directly at her and said, "Right over there in between those shoes." (Humbling enough, I was probably close to 10 years her elder, so I had no shame at this point. Which unfortunately could probably lead to another topic...such as, should I really be shopping at this store?)


Her calling me out + me not caring or trying to hide it = dead silence


She finished ringing me up, put my stuff in a bag, and handed it to me without saying a word.


"Thanks, have a good day." I gave a quick smile and left.


Bottom line: Don't mess with girls who pick up ceiling tiles.