Story of the The Day 7/ 17/ 2012

I have often wondered about parents who would get their teenagers credit cards.
Why would you send a teen off to a mall or anywhere, for that matter, with the ability to do mega financial damage?

However, tomorrow, I am planning on heading straight out to the bank to get one for my teenager.
Why?
She had to buy an outfit.
An outfit meaning something other than blue jeans and a t-shirt. Something "appropriate" to wear to an awards ceremony.

It was painful.
It was especially painful because she walked through the stores (all four of them) and never picked up one shirt.

The pants were not a big problem.
Black.
We can handle black pants.
The only problem was that the first store didn't have them in her size.
Fortunately, the second one did.
But she walked up and down the aisles and didn't pick up one shirt.
Well, except for a pullover that she thought might be nice for school.
I, meanwhile, kept puling out anything I thought would do and that she might not find too offensive.

Except that she did.
I mean , how offensive can a plain black shirt be? Or a white one? Or one with stripes?

Very, if your mother is holding it.

It is a bit like the pants.

At the second store, a store at which Sarah has never bought anything, previously, I asked her if she wanted to try on the pair of pants she was considering buying.
The pants were the store's brand and not the Levi 511 kind she usually buys, so I , at least, was nervous about how they would fit.

"No."

"Are you sure you don't want to try them on?"
"No, they will fit."
"But if they don't fit, we don't have time to come back here and exchange them."
"No."

93.2 seconds later (which is a tad more than minute and a half), a clerk asked Sarah, "Do you want to try those on?"
"Yes."

(Sarah, later, said she only agreed to try her pants on because she knew her mother would nag her if she did not. )

Which bank do you think could get that credit card to us the fastest?