Fvck you, Old Navy
 

As you may have read in Jet Set, we recently took a nine day trip to various parts of Oregon. As you may not have read (since I didn't post it), I've lost thirty five pounds since the beginning of the year. Hence, vacation shopping pretty much meant buying a whole new wardrobe. My budget being limited and my clothing size now being within the mass marketed range once again I headed off to what I considered the perfect mix of fashion and budget consciousness...Old Navy.

I certainly wasn't disappointed. I found so many clothes that were trendy enough for me to feel fashionable, yet refined enough so that I didn't feel like I was trying to dress like a teenager. All within my price range (OK, I only went a little over budget!). I was extremely happy with my stylish new clothes. In fact, at the unschooling conference a newly formed cuddling teenage couple asked me to sign their pants. They thought I was an unschooler! (The look of horror on their faces when they found out I'm a mom was so priceless.)

Fast forward to last night. I went into work to pick up my paycheck wearing a cute pair of capris with cool snappy things on the pockets and my strawberry shortcake shirt (hey, not all my clothes are refined, OK). All was well, I was feeling good, chatting with another employee etc. Until I heard my manager say the following words:

"You know there's a hole on your ass, right?"

I said, "What?" He repeated, "You know there's a hole on your ass, right?" I immediately grabbed my own ass in search of said hole. Aware that I was groping myself and making the situation worse, I went over to the two way window and checked out my ass. There was indeed a rip in my pants. The mirror showed a horrifying inch and a half of exposed ass skin. Now I was faced with the dilemma of needing to walk out knowing that my ass skin was showing. I did a combination of hands near my pockets trying to act nonchalant and simply walking away, knowing that everyone there had already seen my ass skin.

I will gladly pay $20 more for every pair of pants I buy for the rest of my life if it means that I never have to hear the words, "You know there's a hole on your ass, right?" again. Please god, never let me hear those words again. Fvck you, Old Navy. Fvck you hard.

This is why I never wear a thong.

Well - technically everyone has a hole in their ass - but I dont' think that's what you were referring to. ;)

But I know just what you mean. Buying things online from a few places - some are just so cheaply made it doesn't pay to buy from there.

Old Shady has a reputation for being poorly made. I have had the same problem with a pair of khaki's and a pair of shorts from O.N. but with guys it usually happens in the crotch area.

now I know some people who wouldnt mind having instant crotch access, but i never wear underwear and being somewhere where you cant have another pair of pants to replace them instantly is horrible.....

F.U. OLD NAVY

They should just sell longjohns too.

May you never have to suffer such indignaty ever again.

Oh, and buy undies with little red hearts on them so no one sees your ass skin again! ;)

I blame Paul Pressler!

Kinda makes me glad we don't have Old Navy in my town.

I'm actually quite glad that I have a hole in my ass. Could get kind of uncomfortable after a while if I didn't.

Sorry to hear about your accidental Brittney incident.

just so ya know...I had to look that up. :blush: