You know what is great?

Going shopping and having the sales guy MAKE you model EVERYTHING, while he runs back out and grabs things that he thinks will look "fabulous" on you!

But... Only if you are pretty sure he bats for the other team... :)

So about 6 months ago my friend Jerrell was going to San Fran on a vacation. He wanted to go shopping in Nashville to find some stuff to take on his trip. He asked me if I would like to go, and I said sure because I had nothing else to do!

We were going in a whole bunch of stores, finding nothing. I wasn't even looking to spend money. We found ourselves in Express. Jerrell found nothing, and I found a shirt I decided to try on. I told Jerrell I would catch up to him in the next store.

Enter: my best friend for the day!

The salesman started me a fitting room and I tried on my one shirt... While I am in there I hear "Come out when you have it on, I want to see it!"

So I said "Ok..."

And from there we were fast friends!

It began with him telling me it looked "good, but there he had something in mind that would be way better"

He brought about 6 pieces to the fitting room asking again for me to show them to him. Now, I am 100% confident that he was not into me, as I lack a few parts he would be interested in.

This went on for 2 HOURS! Even through one of his friends coming in and trying things on. She was not a large girl, but was at least a size bigger than I am (that is generous). She was saying that the pants I had on were great, and she loved the top. She wanted to try it on, would I mind handing it over when I was finished! This was provoked a line of snickers and smirks from my new best friend! When she closed the door, he leaned over and whispered in my ear something to the effect that she was crazy if she thought she could wear that size and that she is deluded for thinking that she could even pull it over her head!

It was great fun! 3 calls from Jerrell and $200 dollars later, I left feeling much more confident and with me owning a pair of skinny jeans I NEVER dreamed I would own, and a pair of black leggings that I vowed were the ugliest things, and I would never waste money on!

Needless to say, I am glad he wasn't a car salesman!