While checking out at the natural foods cooperative in my neighborhood, I chatted with the friendly cashier.
“You come in here pretty often, don’t you?” he asked me.
“Yep! I live really close.”
“You always come in here looking like you just rolled out of bed,” he said.
I looked down at my outfit. It was 30 degrees outside, and over my practice dance wear (leggings, top, and legwarmers), I was sporting some “Classic Elements” brand sweatpants that I’d inherited from my late grandmother, (they’re too tight at the ankle, so I’d cuffed them), and a University of Salamanca hoodie that has been washed no fewer than 400 times.
I was so embarrassed, I almost forgot my receipt!
