See when you saw it there hanging ever so lovely upon it's silver rack you pictured your daughters adoring face staring back at you proclaiming how you "are the best mother ever" and "how did you know that this is the EXACT color and type of dress that I was
So now just a few weeks past homecoming I accompanied my friends for that dreaded drive of shame. Of course we had to pull back the bag and admire the dress once more. First glances were for admiration. Second glances were to make sure the tag was still affixed and that there had been no harm to the garment that while we loved still needed to be in pristeen condition in order to return.
We made the drive across the lake talking all the while about how it was so pretty and how wonderful it would have been. Once we arrived the mom that had originally purchased it was terrified to go in and return it given the time that had gone by. I didn't understand her hesitation and nor did my other friend, but being the team players that we are we took her card, the dress and the receipt in for the return.
As we made our way to the formal department we began to feel a little uneasy as if we would be sent to the department store jail for trying to return a dress. Before we could really think too much about it we were front and center at the dress counter. The sales girl was polite and asked if we had the receipt. We handed it over. She pulled the dress out of the bag and began to locate both the tags that needed to be affixed in order to return a garment.
It was at that precise moment that my eyes fell upon a small stain that I hadn't noticed when we were back at the house. I didn't dare look to the left of me at my other friend who was doing the bulk of the talking. Another sales person walked up and bent down to grab something from underneath the counter. Out of the very corner of my eye I could see that my girlfriend was getting a little antsy. I was still VERY unwilling to look over at her.
As I began to get jittery the transaction was done and we were on our way. As we made our way to the exit of the store I could barely contain myself and said, "oh my God did you see that stain"?
Her eyes got as big as quarters and said, "the stain....my God did you see the rip"?
We double stepped it out of the store in hopes of not being dragged back in and thrown in the mall jail. Just another Wednesday in the land of parents with teenage daughters. It's glamorous and oh so exciting!