At "The Camp", all the parking spots are labeled with really preachy, condescending messages like "eat your vegetables" "breath" "do yoga" etc. One of them- the most annoying, in my opinion- is "wear clothes that fit." It always seemed so... presumptuous.
And bossy.
But I kind of get it now.
Last night at work I was wearing my new purple tights that I got on sale. They didn't have my size, but I decided that the measurements looked close enough, it would be worth it for the price. Sure, they were a little snug, but they're tights! Tights are tight.
And then I bent down to shelve some books. And I hear a rrrrrriiiippp. My butt was, apparently, too much for these little tights, and split right in the seat. I get that tights rip, but I have the next size up in a different color, and I've had them for over 6 months... after dozens of wears, there isn't so much as a snag. This was the SECOND time I'd worn the tights, and the first time out of the house. And they now have a hole in the ass.
So the next time I suspect that something is not ready for this jelly, I will listen to my instincts and "wear clothes that fit."
But still, screw that snooty parking spot.
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