The Red Bag
You’re walking through the mall. You see a mom, a dad, and two of the most adorable little girls you may have ever seen in your entire life. A nice, clean cut family. All-American. (Really, mostly of German and Native American descent, but you get the idea.) The family next door. As they walk by, everyone all smiles and giggles, you notice that the mom is carrying a bag. A red bag. Bearing the name of a store.
Frederick’s of Hollywood.
What are you thinking?
Are you thinking it’s inappropriate for a thirty-something mother of two to be shopping at a store like that? Are you wondering if she brought her children into that store? Do you care? Is it any of your business?
Frankly, it’s none of your business.
But, you know, just in case you’re wondering, the thirty-something mother of two probably needs a little extra help keeping her other girls front and center. That happens. And sometimes, sometimes, you just have to admit that you get what you pay for, and it’s worth it to spend a couple of extra dollars to not look like this: