While doing some late night shopping at the local department store, you find yourself locked in. Unfortunately, you will not be able to leave the store now until morning.Now what?
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I would change labelsWinner: Inspired Dreamer
On the thin chick clothes; they'd all
Think they'd gotten fat.
Reason: It's brilliance, in haiku format. Haha, thin chicks!
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Locked away from my kids? And no chance of being forced back into the real world of total responsibility? A dream come true!! I would be just like Curduroy and go exploring!
Mostly, as much as I don't enjoy clothes shopping, I would honestly love to be forced to spend 8 or 10 hours focused just on ME. I could pick out different styles and sizes and colors from all different departments and not have to rush or cut it short because the kids are acting up or the husband is calling me in a panic.
I would also totally play with sound. I'd SING at the TOP of my LUNGS. I would sit in silent meditation. I would whisper and talk and yell and scream! Why? Just because I can!!
After turning off all of the security cameras, I head over to the snack section. I'm going to need some sustenance for the long night ahead. I think I originally came in here for some bras, a shower curtain and some tortilla chips.
My bra shopping wasn't too successful because the dressing room attendant was a little too judgey for me. A lot of women are a DD and that doesn't make them fat cows.
I head back to the bra section with an empty cart and load up on one of each style. 3 item limit? I don't think so! I grab a few other things too. I have all night! Why not play dress up?
After I get all dolled up in my new bra and adorable little party dress, I pick out some sexy heels and head to the accessory section.
A little jewelry goes a long way to making an outfit work.
Once my makeup is perfect and I have found the perfect purse, I grab a carton of ice cream and a spoon and start really shopping.
I'm going to need some essentials for the night. After performing the concert of my life on the karaoke machine while roller skating around the store, I hit the elliptical and do a little yoga. I kick back on my perfectly made bed which I have wheeled over to the big screen tv and watch chick flicks to my heart's contents. I'm surrounded by tissues, cheese curls and gourmet chocolates. My feet are soaking in the foot spa, my dinner is cooking on the George Foreman grill, the loaded shotgun is by my side (just in case)and I'm a happy camper.
In the morning, I sit back and watch as all the employees come in and find the individually wrapped gifts at each of their stations.
While they are distracted by the surprise, I sneak out with my bag of bras and my perfect purse and head home.
I'll definitely be doing this again.
I'd take off all the clothes that the mannequins wear.
Then I'd give them makeup. Then I'd cut their hair.
I'd jump on beds, and then
With a maniacal grin,
I'd erase security tapes...like I was never there.
I just wonder if you can eat ice-cream while roller-blading?
That's all I'm saying. :-)
Once I was confident that I had covered every single security camera there would really only be one thing left to do:
Shout "I'm going streaking!", ala Will Ferrell in Old School, and then proceed to make good on my word.
I would change labels
On the thin chick clothes; they'd all
Think they'd gotten fat.
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