so for the first time in a forever and a half i go to old navy with scooter this weekend and am actually pleased with their sale items. so pleased, in fact, that i snap up a cute sweater/tank/skirt ensemble & the most awesomest hat & sunglasses…aaaaand the best part: a monkey piggy bank.
i’m thrilled, right?
until today, days later, when i come home and start putting stuff away only to find that the fuckers at old navy left one of those bastard security tags on my skirt. fuck! of course, in my pseudo-cleaning spurt on monday i totally threw away the receipt & bag i got everything in. then again, i dumped a shitload of receipts out of my wallet a few hours ago whilst waiting in line at the atm. fuck fuck! oh, and did i mention the old navy i purchased said awesome skirt at is in everett? yeah…fucking everett. i live in allston. i don’t have a car. scooter and i go to everett like, once every few months. fuck fuck fuck!
and i’m trying to get this fucker off, because it’s not one of those ominous little ink-spill tags, just a regular security alarm tag, and sonofabitch if i haven’t already broken a pair of scissors and begun to make a small tear in my brand-new, never-been-worn linen skirt. sonofafuckingbitch. and the fucking tag is still considerably in good shape, just a bit mangled.
fuck you, old navy.
