Fairly recently my little Deerslayer got off the bus at my place of employment. He stated that he would need to be back at his school in an hour for a special band concert. Hmmm....a concert I was really not aware of, that he had naturally failed to mention. And then, just by the way, he happened to mention that he would be needing a white shirt, black pants, and some black shoes to wear to the event that evening. WHAT???!!! At that moment a very lovely coworker (who herself had raised three children) touched me on the shoulder, told me to take a deep breath, and that this moment would soon pass.
You see......we live in a tiny, extra teensy-weensy, little town. We have no clothing, nor shoe stores. Okay, okay, we do have a Dollar General. But, he needed more than a pair of fake Crocs and a camouflaged t-shirt. The Deerslayer's news meant that I would have to drive to the neighboring town, select clothes/shoes, get him dressed, and back at his school in less than an hour.
Let's see.....how does that commercial go?
shoes - $23.99
two pair of black pants (in case one didn't fit...no time to try on) - $35.00
belt (in case waist on pants was too big) - $10.99
white shirt - $12.99 (never to be used again, as it ended the evening being covered in trombone oil)
One happy, proud, smiling kid, waving to his dad - PRICELESS!!
Thanks to Secret Agent Man for this fuzzy photo...bless his heart.
Also, a special thanks to my coworker, Ms. New York, for taking the time to make me breath, before I passed out, right then and there.