Last night, John went to Meier and Frank to try to exchange a coat that he had exchanged two other coats to get. (Have I lost you yet?) Anyway, they didn't have the size he wanted, and because he had lost the receipt, they offered him store credit. Not really a problem since there's always something you can find somewhere in Meier and Frank.
However..... if you haven't heard, Meier and Frank is closing its doors soon, and Macy's is taking over. In fact, according to the salesclerk John spoke to, this is set to take place this weekend, which will set off 3 months of clearance sales of Meier and Frank merchandise. In light of this, the salesclerk could not guarantee that the store credit would be "usable" after this weekend. So, John requested that I take some time today and try to spend the $70 that he had in store credit. Can you believe the audacity of that man? To think, I have nothing better to do with my time than to have to go shopping for myself and spend $70? Unbelievable.
So, I decided to get this detestable chore out of the way as soon as possible. I had Michele watch the kids for a bit while I took off to the mall. I had to meet John at the bank at 12:30 which gave me exactly an hour to complete my shopping spree. Hard work, but I took my job seriously.
The shoe section caught my eye (and I will pat myself on the back, that the first place I looked was the boys section for a Seahawks Jersey for Brayden.... no luck, so the money then officially became all mine...). I almost purchased some great flats - or cute Sketchers, but the money would be gone too quick - let's see how far I could stretch it. I purused through the junior section, found some wonderful tank top staples, and some jeans and capris that would work if nothing else could be found. In Active Wear, I found another sweatsuit - at $17, couldn't pass it up. I then wandered some more and found a jacket and another blouse. The jeans and capris ended up getting left at the register, and only $8.14 was spent out of pocket.
I arrived at the bank with a minute to spare. Some jobs you just have to suffer through.... and you know, if you ever end up in a similar predicament, feel free to call me. I suppose I could find another hour in my life to devote to such a cause....