Few days ago I found myself trekking the back roads of Cleveland, exploring new routes to my apartment - Had just finished up with a two hour cardio session at my gym (a gym which seems to support the idea that everyone needs to discover Bikram yoga while running on treadmills).... and lo and behold! A Goodwill! (Oh how I love second-hand stores!)
Whoo! So I pulled over, got out, and then realized that I was wearing nothing but a tiny white t-shirt, black spandex pants, and a pair of black stiletto boots from my backseat. But you know what? I did not care. I was all excited about shopping!!! So I walked in, started going through bins and tearing through racks, doing my thing. It was about then that I realized that all the Goodwill workers were all guys..... and
all of them were staring at my ass. Ha. And mean, like staring.... and discussing... and staring... I felt like I was in one of those hidden
camera shows or something. I mean, yes my ass is big and yes, it is super shiny in spandex, but this was just ridiculous..... I attempted to just keep shopping... but then felt this tap on my shoulder.... And when I turned around there was this lady-manager, arms crossed, looking like a mom and goes, "I think you better come back here when you can find some more suitable clothing...." And I was like, "You mean, you are kicking me out?" and she said, "Yep - nothin personal, just cannot have you walkin around dressed like that...."
Haha.... And so it goes - I was kicked out of Goodwill. Guess Goodwill's goodwill only stretches so far, eh?
(and yes, I know that Little Kitty has nothing to do with Goodwill or Spandex... but I miss him. Going back to Syracuse on the 22nd.... ! Whoo!)
Few days ago I found myself trekking the back roads of Cleveland, exploring new routes to my apartment - Had just finished up with a two hour cardio session at my gym (a gym which seems to support the idea that everyone needs to discover Bikram yoga while running on treadmills).... and lo and behold! A Goodwill! (Oh how I love second-hand stores!)
Whoo! So I pulled over, got out, and then realized that I was wearing nothing but a tiny white t-shirt, black spandex pants, and a pair of black stiletto boots from my backseat. But you know what? I did not care. I was all excited about shopping!!! So I walked in, started going through bins and tearing through racks, doing my thing. It was about then that I realized that all the Goodwill workers were all guys..... and all of them were staring at my ass. Ha. And mean, like staring.... and discussing... and staring... I felt like I was in one of those hidden 
camera shows or something. I mean, yes my ass is big and yes, it is super shiny in spandex, but this was just ridiculous..... I attempted to just keep shopping... but then felt this tap on my shoulder.... And when I turned around there was this lady-manager, arms crossed, looking like a mom and goes, "I think you better come back here when you can find some more suitable clothing...." And I was like, "You mean, you are kicking me out?" and she said, "Yep - nothin personal, just cannot have you walkin around dressed like that...."
Haha.... And so it goes - I was kicked out of Goodwill. Guess Goodwill's goodwill only stretches so far, eh?
(and yes, I know that Little Kitty has nothing to do with Goodwill or Spandex... but I miss him. Going back to Syracuse on the 22nd.... ! Whoo!)
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Well..... I guess there's a first time for everything. I'm assuming you will be keeping a spare outfit in the car from now on also? Who knew Goodwill had a dresscode? Two hour cardio workout? Your tough. Always fun when you can explore what is around you. Most of the time, you find good stuff. I'm sure the cat misses you as well. Does the dog know about him? You dont need to get into the middle of a jealous rivalry.
:)
Well, the Knoxville Goodwill's in a pretty decent part of town if you ever want to check it out. We promise to be more discreet in our staring.
How long are you in Syracuse? There's some hockey games at Cornell coming up in January, you should meet me in Ithaca for some hockey and beer. :-)
Thanks for a new expression !
and lo and behold !!
Always thought, You were a hunting woman, not quite sure about Your prey, though..
Consider Yourself so lucky to be enjoying those small points of pleasure, there are few people these days, that can !!
As You write, You do become quite self -conscious, I'm not so sure,if it might be a clever thought to ask You for a picture to round off this wonderful description, You in tiny T-Shirt, shiny spandex pants and stilleto heels, any pose You like ;-))
You have it !!
How long were You in there?
Seems You loved the atmosphere in there somehow...?
Didn't You ask someone for help or appeared to be seriously interested to be buying?
Not sure, if You were deliberately ( unaware ;-)) asking for some trouble??
If You weren't, please forgive me!!
have a safe trip home!!
Ha, that might just be the best story I've read all day long.
my birthday is the 22nd if you are around for a bit maybe you can come see my dog where i live so that i can't do my drunken pirate disappearing act
my birthday is the 22nd if you are around for a bit maybe you can come see my dog where i live so that i can't do my drunken pirate disappearing act
I wonder how they would of reacted if they had known that you are Model?????
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