I’ll be honest, I’ve wondered before if there was a Forever 21 age limit and at what point I will have to stop going there… I mean, I feel like they have a lot of very versatile pieces that you should be able to make work at ages much older than I am, and for pity sake, it’s like the name is telling you to hold onto your youth… but at the same time, it’s reminding you that, girl, you are NOT 21 anymore.
I didn’t hate my outfit tonight when I stopped there. I didn’t really feel that I was sticking out like a sore thumb… but when I went up to pay (for some items I’m stinking excited about, by the way, oh my word, I could buy that whole store right now!) the first words out of the cashier’s mouth were,
“How old are you???”
“I mean! How ARE YOU!”
“Apparently I can’t think and talk at the same time…” (a statement which I feel further proved her point)
Oooooh did I have so many humorous thoughts running through my head… I really bit my tongue to keep from giving her a hard time, and instead stood there grinning from ear to ear, making her uncomfortable with my silence as she tried to get through ringing up my stuff as quickly as possible. I so wished that we had a nicer phone because this would have been reenacted so much better via Instagram video…
Since I didn’t get to find out how old she thought I was, seriously, how old do I LOOK tonight???