giddieyup!

Ok, I've been meaning to tell you this story for a while....

So I walked down to CVS on Mass Ave the other day, all proud of myself for actually having put more than a little effort into my outfit. I thought I looked pretty cute- I was even in my "skinny jeans," sporting my new boots and blazer, and just felt like someone who had stepped out of InStyle Magazine. Needless to say, I felt good.

So I, being my cocky and confident self for the moment, walk up to the counter at CVS and am clearly eyeballed by this....et-hem...."elderly" woman (and when I say "elderly," I mean it in a she's-going-to-say-whatever-the-hell-she-wants-and-not-care-about-what-you-young-whippersnappers-think).

"Now, I don't mean to offend you," she says, "but you look like a horseback rider."

I just smile and laugh it off, but she's kind of peering at me from over the tops of her glasses, again examining my outfit.

"Do you ride horses?"

Somehow I doubt I'll ever wear that outfit again.