After our lessons, it really started to hit me that we're leaving this place. As in, a week from right now we will be driving to Salt Lake City. Lots to do. This was us last night, scanning all our important documents and files onto our computer.
And so the good-byes begin:
Good-bye, Strippers. I loved helping you in the fitting rooms while your 85-year-old boyfriends napped on the couch. It was great to see their faces when I told them the total cost of your new wardrobe.
Good-bye, Naked German Lady. It was a treat helping you in the fitting room as well, and trying to tell you to wear underwear when trying on see-through blouses (and shut the door when you're changing). You loved asking me about how the fit was in the bodice, and I tried really hard not to look in that general direction. I think you asked me about the fit 2 dozen times. Oh, and your mysterious 75-year-old Southern Gentleman boyfriend is slightly creepy.
Good-bye, Bluetooth Woman. You came in every Tuesday morning and talked on your bluetooth for at least 45 minutes without pause. It's too bad I could tell there wasn't someone else on the other end.
Good-bye, MasterCard Lady. I loved the guessing game that came with swiping 7-8 of your credit cards. It was always exciting to find which one worked (after trying each at least 3 times), put $25 on the lucky winner, and let you pay for the rest with cash.
Good-bye, Leopard Bra Asians. You both wear pink leopard bras and don't understand me when I tell you where the fitting rooms are. You smile, we both laugh awkwardly, and you proceed to try on more blouses and dresses in the middle of the sale room. I even tried to take your clothes for you once, and I think that freaked you out a little.
Good-bye, Dante. Actually, you left before I did, but it was such a great morning when you peed on the new bedding display.
Good-bye, Oscar. You are so cute. I often think up ways to steal you. I almost did today.