I was sifting through a clothes rack this afternoon (looking for a gorgeous dress to wear to a party where I would know exactly six people--but that's another story) thinking to myself, oh, for pete's sake, do they sell anything smaller than a 16 anymore
when a woman (who was probably, oh, a 16) walked past, talking on her cell phone, telling the person on the other end, "There's nothing in the store unless you're a zero, two, or four..."
Obviously you were both looking at the wrong rack! I wish I just had the urge and the extra to go shopping.
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