A story of love, hate, betrayal, and woe brought to you by your's truly. So today I went to the mall after work. It was a really long week with a couple days that were just really bad, and I wanted to feel better. So one of my favorite stores had a sign about having a big sale. Yay! I went up to one of the salespeople and asked him which clothes were on sale, and he showed me exactly where it was, and off I went. I found the most lovely black and white skirt and a pretty green sweater, and took them with me into the changing room. When I put them on, I totally fell in love with each one. The skirt was sexy and elegant but not too flashy, and the sweater was the cutest, softest thing I ever wore in my life. Excitement! I sorta had fun looking at myself in the mirror and feeling good about myself - especially the 50% off price tag! Yay I look cute, I can't believe these are so cheap!
....But then I went to the cash register to get my new lovely and cheap(!) clothes, and when the cashier rang it up, one of them said 90 DOLLARS!!! Full price! And I'm like "Hey ummm that's really expensive; I was told these clothes were on sale," and the cashier tells me - "No sorry it's not" ......I HATE when salespeople lie to me. Yeah maybe it was a mistake or confusion, but I don't care. I know I have a weakness and a tendency to fall in love with clothes, so I specifically make it a policy to not even pick up or try on something if it's out of my price range. Cause, if I do, I might fall in love with it and either pay too much or be sad because I can't afford it. But this time, the salesperson told me that it would be 50% off... So I had already fallen in love with it and then got told hey, sorry but this thing costs 90 dollars not 45..........