You head to the mall, and eventually you end up here:
You walk in like, this is gonna be great!
The security guard or salesperson says hello, and you're like:
Then you see racks on racks on racks on racks of clothes, and you start to get overwhelmed:
Everything is neon yellow.
All those $5.80 T-shirts are, shockingly, see-through.
There are even...crop tops.
You finally find a cute sundress, but there are 10 extra-smalls and no mediums:
You go stand in the fitting-room line, which is now longer than the Great Wall of China.
Once you get in, it's a MILLION degrees in there.
The hanger hook you have to share with the person next to you keeps moving:
And in the curtain across the way, three tweens are talking loudly about boys, and you're just like:
You're like, let's just get this over with.
You try on the dress in your normal size, but it was made for teens who don't have hips, so you feel like:
But there's NO WAY you're waiting in that dressing-room line again:
So you just grab it in an XL like, I got this:
Then, since you're already buying something, you decide you can also get a $8.80 necklace.
Then you see a ring that you KNOW will turn your finger green, but you're still like:
Then next weekend you try to return the dress because it didn't fit, and the salesperson informs you of the return policy and you're like:
