I went shopping with my sister and a friend the other day. I got lots of pretty new clothes with leftover Christmas money, and in true poor person style, I felt very guilty about it. They’re lovely, though! I’ve washed them and I’m already wearing them!
We had lunch and coffee at an Italian place as well.
I was the last person who got to pay for anything at Ross. Their entire cashier’s center broke down, and the poor cashiers had to tell everybody with whole carts full of stuff, not only that they wouldn’t be able to pay for those goods, but that Ross has a store policy of holding nothing overnight.
Me, my sister, and my friend hurried away before shit hit the fan.