"Well, if there's one thing I know it's how to wear the proper clothes."

I decided to walk to Echelon Mall this morning. I walked, not in a grand gesture to lesson my carbon footprint, but because I don't have my car right now.

My plan was thus: exchange disgusting smelling Bath & Body Works items I got as gifts (stay away from Sensual Amber) for yummy smelling ones (Winter Candy Apple to be precise.) Then I was going to look at clothes in Macy's. I figured that I would keep my eye out for one or two pieces for my new job. There were two strikes against me. First, Macy's is so overpriced that even on sale their clothes are too expensive. Secondly, there was very little that caught my eye. I am on a quest to look a bit more 1950's retro and it's not easy. So I wander to Boscov's and remember right away why I never shop there. Everything looks like it's for middle-aged women. Argh!

So armed with Winter Candy Apple shower gel and lotion, I march home on a lonely path through the woods. I listen to the birds singing and the leaves rustling in the breeze. All is right with the world until I see a pair of jeans and underoos in the brush. Should I be scared there is a naked crazy person on the loose? Nah, I just walk a bit faster and assume that someone realized their Boscov's outfit sucked and they couldn't get it off fast enough.

I don't think I'm going to walk there alone anymore though, just in case you are concerned.

(My title is from Rear Window.)