Rockin’ It Delphos-Style Part Deux
The following morning I woke up to rain. Awesome. The light linen sundress that I brought for the rehearsal dinner was going to look great after standing in the rain. Thinking that a wet tee-shirt contest at the church might be a bad idea, I decided to venture out into town and find a mall or something to pick up a light jacket.
I went to the front desk to ask for directions to the local mall, sharing that I needed to pick up a jacket to wear that evening. The lady behind the desk looked at my inquisitively and said, “Oh honey, no problem. There’s a dollar store right behind the hotel!”
“Um, that’s nice, but I need a jacket to go over a dress,” I replied.
“Yah, sweetie, it’s a Dollar General, I’m sure they’ll have what you’re looking for!”
I elected to call 411 and figure it out on my own.
Once I got to the mall, I went straight for what I know - Macy’s. Not a big fan of Macy’s normally, it was a sweet vision of familiarity among shops full of wigs and Ohio State paraphernalia (I got Cameron a new Buckeye collar). I found exactly what I needed inside and went to the register to pay. A young boy of about 20 was behind the counter looking fairly normal. When I handed him my debt card (which says “See ID” on the back), he did as instructed. He peered at my license for a few moments and then said, “Venice. Where’s that?”
“Los Angeles,” I replied (so tempted to say Wisconsin).
“I hear there are a lot of gays in Los Angeles,” he responded, as if the line of conversation was both normal and appropriate.
When I wiped the horrified look off my face, I put on the PR face and said with a smile, “I don’t think there are any more homosexuals in LA than any other major city.”
“That’s just what I hear. Have a nice day and thank you for shopping Macy’s.”
God….help…me.
Luckily, that evening at the rehearsal I met the rest of the wedding party and the rest of the bride and groom’s family and they were all completely normal and wonderful and we all clicked immediately.
After the rehearsal the wedding party (sans bride and groom) tore up the town of Lima and left our mark. At 4am I decided that bags under the eyes probably wasn’t the best look for a bridesmaid, so I turned in with my wakeup call 3 hours later…..good times.
I went to the front desk to ask for directions to the local mall, sharing that I needed to pick up a jacket to wear that evening. The lady behind the desk looked at my inquisitively and said, “Oh honey, no problem. There’s a dollar store right behind the hotel!”
“Um, that’s nice, but I need a jacket to go over a dress,” I replied.
“Yah, sweetie, it’s a Dollar General, I’m sure they’ll have what you’re looking for!”
I elected to call 411 and figure it out on my own.
Once I got to the mall, I went straight for what I know - Macy’s. Not a big fan of Macy’s normally, it was a sweet vision of familiarity among shops full of wigs and Ohio State paraphernalia (I got Cameron a new Buckeye collar). I found exactly what I needed inside and went to the register to pay. A young boy of about 20 was behind the counter looking fairly normal. When I handed him my debt card (which says “See ID” on the back), he did as instructed. He peered at my license for a few moments and then said, “Venice. Where’s that?”
“Los Angeles,” I replied (so tempted to say Wisconsin).
“I hear there are a lot of gays in Los Angeles,” he responded, as if the line of conversation was both normal and appropriate.
When I wiped the horrified look off my face, I put on the PR face and said with a smile, “I don’t think there are any more homosexuals in LA than any other major city.”
“That’s just what I hear. Have a nice day and thank you for shopping Macy’s.”
God….help…me.
Luckily, that evening at the rehearsal I met the rest of the wedding party and the rest of the bride and groom’s family and they were all completely normal and wonderful and we all clicked immediately.
After the rehearsal the wedding party (sans bride and groom) tore up the town of Lima and left our mark. At 4am I decided that bags under the eyes probably wasn’t the best look for a bridesmaid, so I turned in with my wakeup call 3 hours later…..good times.
posted by Rach2LA @ 9:20 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home