Tuesday Confession

When I was 16, I worked at a popular clothing store which shall remain nameless. I was hired for the Christmas rush so guarenteed 6 weeks of work. I lasted 2 weeks...max. I got fired because I told a lady she looked fat in a pair of pants she had tried on. Ok, not in so many words, but I was honest. She was a heavy set woman trying on skin tight faux riding pants ( remember that style?) Her love handles were a plenty and I could not let this poor woman purchase these pants. She came out and asked me what I thought. I frowned and told her they were not flattering on her at all and might I suggest something else. The manager heard this and at the end of my shift fired me on the spot. Yeah, whatever. I wasn't exactly heartbroken. I was going to stab someone very soon anyway if I heard ' Walking in a Winter Wonderland" over the mall PA one more time! I had made my Christmas money in those two weeks plus there was the fringe benefit of working in a clothing store which leads me to todays confession. I worked for two weeks, 5 days a week part time at night. I stole one complete outfit per shift, so over a span of 2 weeks, that was 10 outfits. The old check your purse before you leave for your break routine is a joke. Who needs to stuff your purse when you can use the bathroom and put on an entire outfit under your clothes ? Wow, I was a bad girl even back then.