Day: Saturday
Location: Giant hunting store
Time: God help me—I’ve been here for hours
I’m not that brand-conscious. Practicality runs through my veins. I’m a huge TJ Maxx fan, and I’ve been known to buy clothes at Wal-Mart.
But right now, I’M HAVING A SNOBBY MOMENT.
I’ve been in a big-box hunting store for way too long, and I just had clothes in-hand, ready to try on, when the reality hit me:
This store purposely labeled their clothes “Bob Timberlake.”
They took a perfectly cute skirt and totally ruined it for me. I imagined myself wearing the Bob Timberlake skirt to my Women’s Club meeting, and I had to put it back on the rack. No Bob Timberlake for me, thank you. Even if I’m the only one who ever knows that I paid full price for something called “Bob Timberlake,” I just can’t do it.
I’m sorry that I’ve offended all the Bob Timberlakes in the world just now.
However, here’s a good piece of advice: If, Bob Timberlakes, you go into designing women’s clothing, brainstorm a better label. There is nothing sexy about your name, sirs.