The jerks who never put anything back where they belong won today. I'm beaten.
Today after an excellent lunch (I don't crave sushi often but when I do I can eat it until I feel sick), I decided on the spur of the moment to go to Kohl's, where I found a sweater I just love on clearance last year. Decided to see if maybe there were more in that style -- the kind that has a zipper that goes about halfway down from the collar.
I got to Kohl's, but I certainly couldn't tell you if they had any more sweaters like that one.
I take that back. They had some, but none in my size. Or maybe they did. Couldn't tell, because NOTHING was where it belonged. The customers had ripped the place apart. Next to nothing was folded, and the various separate departments had decided to mingle and learn from their cultural differences. Things with rhinestones and sparkles were stuffed in with the menswear. A bag of jellybeans on a shelf of sweaters. Jeans thrown atop racks of sweaters. Sweaters in wads all over the place. Big and tall things hung on racks next to things listed size small. The store associates were running around frantic, and the customers were trashing the place as fast as the employees could fix it.
I gave it about fifteen minutes, realized I stood no chance of finding anything in that kind of wreck, and left. I think I'll go back a couple of days after Christmas, or maybe in early January to try again.
Today after an excellent lunch (I don't crave sushi often but when I do I can eat it until I feel sick), I decided on the spur of the moment to go to Kohl's, where I found a sweater I just love on clearance last year. Decided to see if maybe there were more in that style -- the kind that has a zipper that goes about halfway down from the collar.
I got to Kohl's, but I certainly couldn't tell you if they had any more sweaters like that one.
I take that back. They had some, but none in my size. Or maybe they did. Couldn't tell, because NOTHING was where it belonged. The customers had ripped the place apart. Next to nothing was folded, and the various separate departments had decided to mingle and learn from their cultural differences. Things with rhinestones and sparkles were stuffed in with the menswear. A bag of jellybeans on a shelf of sweaters. Jeans thrown atop racks of sweaters. Sweaters in wads all over the place. Big and tall things hung on racks next to things listed size small. The store associates were running around frantic, and the customers were trashing the place as fast as the employees could fix it.
I gave it about fifteen minutes, realized I stood no chance of finding anything in that kind of wreck, and left. I think I'll go back a couple of days after Christmas, or maybe in early January to try again.
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