I witnessed an act of unbridled injustice (but utter hilarity) today. My mother and I were at Nordstrom shopping for a winter coat for me (a feat I have waited for since October in order to get in on after-Christmas sales!). And as fate would have it, Nordstrom had an immense collection of coats for 33% off in the Women's Apparel! As estatic as I was, I managed to narrow it down to two delightful choices around the store (both completely, insanely amazing, and both below my budget.): a beige/ivory Michael Kors trench coat (more than 66% off its retail value!!) and a very french-like winter button-up from the teenage department en bas. After a deliberation over lunch, I decided to stick with Michael and return to purchase the trench. Digging through the racks in search for the only double-breasted MK trench on the premise, I realized, from the corner of my eye, a rather beady-eyed lady eyeing the trenches, proceeding to snatch one off the racks, and by chance it happened to be the double-breasted I lusted over! Really, now that I'm typing it, I realize just how immature and ridiculus the whole thing is, but at the time I was quite dissapointed.
I mean really, she had a ten-fold stack of coats she tried on (rather domineeringly) in the closest mirror while grasping onto the trench so hard, I swear she was drawing blood from her palm. Anyways, I was rather paitent, but like a cheetah crouching down, I was waiting until the perfect time to pouce and grab the coat. Multiple methods conjured in my mind" creating a distraction and replacing the trench with a different one of the same color, broadly asking for it back, or even allowing my mother to pretend to be a sales clerk and persuading her from buying it. Well, Mission failed when I realized she managed to swipe her credit card without a "Credit Card Declined" signal, or even some type of message from God that obstructed her objective of snagging multiple coats. (Seriously? I thought it was one coat for each winter, not one for every day of the week!).
I sighed, and realized it was time to let go. But, it certainly reminded of a movie scene in Confessions of A Shopoholic when Rebecca puts down a pair of pink Gucci boots only to find someone immediately snatched it away. Remember that? So, I gathered up whatever Rebecca Bloomwood-ness within me, praying for one more chance. Another alternative fell from the heavens, and now, I am currently awaiting the arrival of my new beige/ivory Michael Kors trench from the Nordstrom warehouse in 5-8 business days! Fantastic? I think, yes.
Such an act of savagery! (completely kidding of course...) Yes, and when I relayed my situation to my dad when I got home, the only response muttered was "That's nice, honey." before his attention diverted onto the evening news. Thank God I'm a fighter, thank God I'm a woman.
