I 100% dress for others, I don’t really care about clothing, and I hate to buy new clothes. I only do it because I think I may be nearing some limit of what is considered decent to wear in the presence of other people, who 100% always are better dressed than me.
The other day I was at the supermarket, and had seen they had a special offer on “plaice” I think it’s called.
Well the special offer was sold out, and I asked an employee if they had anymore.
The employee was extremely nice, and asked how many I had planned to buy? And I said 2, then he took 2 bags that had 50% more content, and wrote the price of the special offer on them, and said I should just mention his name at the register.
I though Wow that stellar service, and it was only when I came home I realized I had some of my worst pants on that are so warn they had holes in them.
I have newer pants, but I don’t like them, because they have no sway and they are some sort of stretch material to be tight, and I absolutely hate that. And I also hate shopping for clothes.
Anyways because my clothes are (to put it mildly) sub par for normal people, I figured he probably thought I was some sort of destitute.
I am married, and our economy is absolutely fine, we own an almost paid out house, and we have a car that was bought cash without borrowing, and we have a good amount of money in the bank.
Anyways I don’t care, maybe because I don’t have to. I just want clothes that are comfortable.
I 100% dress for others, I don’t really care about clothing, and I hate to buy new clothes. I only do it because I think I may be nearing some limit of what is considered decent to wear in the presence of other people, who 100% always are better dressed than me.
The other day I was at the supermarket, and had seen they had a special offer on “plaice” I think it’s called.
Well the special offer was sold out, and I asked an employee if they had anymore.
The employee was extremely nice, and asked how many I had planned to buy? And I said 2, then he took 2 bags that had 50% more content, and wrote the price of the special offer on them, and said I should just mention his name at the register.
I though Wow that stellar service, and it was only when I came home I realized I had some of my worst pants on that are so warn they had holes in them.
I have newer pants, but I don’t like them, because they have no sway and they are some sort of stretch material to be tight, and I absolutely hate that. And I also hate shopping for clothes.
Anyways because my clothes are (to put it mildly) sub par for normal people, I figured he probably thought I was some sort of destitute.
I am married, and our economy is absolutely fine, we own an almost paid out house, and we have a car that was bought cash without borrowing, and we have a good amount of money in the bank.
Anyways I don’t care, maybe because I don’t have to. I just want clothes that are comfortable.