Probably all of us have felt a little pinched at times — hemmed in by circumstances. On these occasions, we may long for help, but alas, it’s not always there.
That’s when we realize that the department store dressing room can be a very lonely place.
“Can you believe,” my daughter Tiffany complained, “that I tried on a very ‘snug’ dress at the mall yesterday and then couldn’t get myself out of it?”
I understood her pain. One time I’d slipped a fragile lacy blouse over my head only to find removing it had me up in arms. Finally, hearing my deathbed gasps, my shopping pal had come running.
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As Tiffany’s tale unfolded, it was all too familiar.
A chance to fit in a quick peek at summer sales had her zipping into downtown Spokane after a morning workout at the gym. There, with no time to lose she spied a skinny black dress — one shoulder bare and a semi-sleeve on the other.
Deftly she slithered into it, but couldn’t quite manage the back closure. Where was that sales lady, she wondered? Then, a knock on the dressing room door had her marveling at the prompt attention.
"Excuse me,” the cleaning lady said while diverting her eyes. “I thought the room was empty.”
Surprised, but not wanting to miss the opportunity for assistance, Tiffany convinced the stranger to help tuck her in.
Alone once again with her lean reflection, my daughter turned to admire the fit. Yes, this little number was perfect! Now to take this dress off and head for home.
Hmmm.there seemed to be a slight problem.
Twisting, bending, winding the dress upwards, the fabric wouldn’t budge over her rib cage. In a state of undress, perspiration beading on her forehead, the minutes ticked by with nary a sighting of a salesperson.
Finally, gathering courage and tossing modesty, she gave a shout-out for help. Miraculously, from the distant corners of the clothing racks, her cry was heard.
“I guess you won’t want this dress,” the sales assistant commented as she pulled, tugged and yanked the outfit free.
Tiffany gave her a baffled look.
“Oh no, I’ll take it!” my daughter said as she held the dress closely. “It’s marked down to $12!!
Obviously, she would have help at home.