They just don't... they just don't really do anything for me and it fucking sucks, dude! I've never not been able to do any high impact activity without two sports bras and sometimes two sports bras and a tank with one of those built in "shelf" bras (why? why are they called shelf bras?)
Seriously- Disappointmentville. Population: Katy.
I am so cheap with my workout clothes so this was a major let down. BUT! It did work well in combination with a cheap racer back overlay. The two sports bra system seemed it was here to stay (Or as I call it, "double bagging it." Because I'm classy and I say classy shit)
So, it was time. Time for me to start my dreaded search for a new sports bra
BUT GUYS, OMG I FOUND ONE
OMG ACTUALLY GETTING THIS BRA AT THE STORE WAS SUCH AN ORDEAL, Y'ALL
Okay, so the only back story you really need is that the last time I bought something on the Target website it was for off my friend, Sabrina's baby registry. I purchased it and had it shipped directly to her home.
END BACK STORY.
There's a pretty long line and I'm starving at this point, so I get an apple out of my bag of food and hope the line moves along soon. Unfortunately, there's only one older lady behind the counter of the help desk who is... overwhelmed... to say the least.
I'm contemplating my third apple when I finally make it to the front of the line and pull up the confirmation email.
Target Lady: Name?
Me: Katy Hearne. It may be under Kathryn.
An awkward amount of time passes. She asks me how to spell my name. She calls me Kathy. I cringe. My name is not Kathy. I spell my name. I tell her I'm Katy and finally...
Target Lady: There's nothing here under your name, Kathy.
Me: Okay, I have a confirmation email
Target Lady: We look up the orders by name, Kathy and there's no Hearne.
Me: Okay, but I have the confirmation emai--
Target Lady: (in an older lady overwhelmed type voice) Everyone get's an email!!!!
Me: ... do you want the order number from the email?
Target Lady: No. We look up the orders by name.
She decides to call up her floor manager.
Target Lady: Her order isn't here
Floor Manager: Did you look it up by the order number? (to me) Did you get an order number in your email?
Target Lady: I was told to look it up by the name. She's not in there
Floor Manager: Okay, ma'am. It was a sports bra, right? Okay. Tell me your name again? Katy? I have it under... Sabrina Harland?
And here is the exact face the damn Target Lady gave me
It went onto another conflict with Target Lady who got really snappy with me in regards to me apparently not knowing my name and me saying "I'm done working with you" to her. No, I am NOT proud of being so short with a sweet old lady who was just trying to do her job as she was told, but ...
OMG, y'all. I was just so done working with her.
... She did give me a $3 off coupon though.
Oh, and then they said my charge didn't go through online and they had to check me out there at the in store register and come Monday I had two Target charges for $24.98 on my account and I got to go in and dispute the charge and explain the whole situation to everyone again and explain why I only had one receipt...
I'm sure there is a lesson to be learned, but I have no fucking idea what it is.
Don't buy people stuff off their registry?
Really. I don't fucking know.
What a beautiful way to ring in fall.
And now I'm going to stuff my face with pumpkin puree straight from the can.
Because it's not really fall until OMG PUMPKIN.
HAPPY END FALL EVERYONE!