On Sunday, Denise and I headed to Target after meeting up at the Grace Church Used Book Sale. I go to the sale often, always with intent to donate books and never with intent to purchase. In spite of this, I left with a one-dollar Merriam-Webster's 11th Edition Collegiate Dictionary (hardcover) and a copy of A Thousand Splendid Suns, also for a dollar.
At Target, we first headed for Returns. Denise threw a pair of seersucker shorts up on the scanner.
"I don't know what I was thinking when I bought those," she said. "My husband asked* if I was planning on going sailing or to the country club."
The cashier, a large-boned JC gal in her late teens or early twenties, laughed along with us, then added her own two cents.
"I bought some of those too. I was a MESS in them. A MESS."
We laughed back. But she wasn't done yet.
"I was a mess, but I was a HOT MESS. I was a hot mess, but I OWNED IT."
Denise still returned the seersucker shorts.
*Sarcasm, in case you don't know how unlikely Denise is to do either of these things.