I've never been a fan of fitting rooms. I sighed and began with the pants. One pair fit, but was too long for my short legs.
I could have them hemmed, but too much effort.
A little tight, but maybe if I... nope, forget it.
A pair of shorts...
I'm not mentally ready for those yet. I'm not even gonna go there.
I pushed them to the side.
The rest of the pile went similarly. Shirts, dresses, shoes... nothing perfect. Each item a little too tight or too loose in one spot or another. Nothing fitting my need for spring-ish teacher clothes or possible spring break adventure attire. I handed the whole pile back to the fitting room attendant.
"Nothing worked for you today?" She asked.
"Nope, not today," I shrugged. I left empty handed, but at least with a full wallet.
As I walked through the parking lot to my car, my eyes caught the sign for the store next door, Barnes and Noble. I know I'd never have any trouble finding a fit in there. I mentally ran through at least 5 books I'd like to purchase. I patted my wallet in my pocket, thinking of the money I'd just saved as a result of my fitting room failure, and drove home.