Hanger Mayhem

Today I have to go back to Old Navy.

I know, you're thinking this can't be painful. The thing is--I was just there, and already had to go back to Target last week. Why do I have to go back to these places you ask? Well, it really all boils down to a hanger and a disturbing trend that's infiltrating retail across the country.

Friday I bought a shirt. It's a really cute shirt and it would look fabulous on me--if it fit. I know, I know..."Why didn't you try it on?" This forces me to go in to my personal shopping habits, which could be an entirely seperate blog in itself, but basically I'm a get-in-and-get-out-never-enough-time kind of shopper. I perused the store, found the shirt, convinced myself I could spend the money, grabbed the hanger that had a big yellow "S" and walked to the register before I could convince myself that it was a frivelous purchase. Then I went home, happy with my decision. Maybe five hours later as I'm getting ready to go out, I remove the tags from the shirt and put it on.

The "S" prominently featured on the hanger was just toying with me and had absolutely no relation whatsoever to the shirt that I was now wearing. I bought a large, and now had nothing to wear out.

Last week I went to Target--a store that I think I should now partially own as I can't seem to leave there without the store taking at least $50 from me. This trip I was doing well, and was only buying the toiletry items that I needed...until I got to the hosiery section and saw a sale. Let me preface this buy saying I loathe the bra/panty section of any store. My get in, get out shopping style isn't even accurate in this situation. A witness would be lucky if he or she could even see me enter and leave the section I do it so fast. The awkward stares from the mom whose little boy plays amongst the panties, clearly envying your young, single tastes, and the guy walking by on his way to pick up some socks who sees what size bra you're looking at and casually stops to check you and your twin friends out--enough to make me wear the same bra for the rest of my life. At any rate, I found a bra, liked it, grabbed the hanger prominently labeled with the correct size and headed to the cash register.

The next morning I get ready for work and decide to wear my new bra--my "48-DD" bra. Realizing I would need drastic surgery to even hope to fill this bra, I planned a trip to Target once again.

Stores didn't used to have sizes on their hangers. And was it so difficult to look for a size sticker stuck to the front of a shirt or a pair of jeans? Even worse--look on each and every label?

Sized hangers have encouraged a serious level of shopping laziness to come out in me and I don't like it. Old Navy...if you're going to make me lazy, then increase the physical size of your sizes to compensate for my obesity...at least check that those oversized articles of clothing are on the appropriate hanger. Otherwise--big boo to sized hangers.