Missy Anne
12-30-2006, 08:41 PM
Well, we did it! We awoke Tuesday morning to nice weather. The plan is a go! So the morning was spent taking care of details, with an incredible amount of time spent on makeup. We didn't want to blow it now with a sloppy makeup job. Departure time was supposed to be 12:30, but 12:30 came and went so fast, we didn't even see it. We actually left around 1:30 for the one hour drive to the mall. Everybody should be at work, and the neighbors are away on vacation, so there should be no problem getting out of the driveway.
About 1:00 -- oh no! The neighbors came back early, and are unloading their car. We need a plan. I climbed into the back seat, laid down among the extra things that we were taking and Mrs. Missy, with pretended tunnel vision, shot out of the garage like a rocket so that if anyone waved, she wouldn't see them. Made it! We stopped along a country road and I hopped out of my hole and assumed a more dignified position in the front seat. Everything is cool, so far.
Mrs. Missy suggested, and I agreed, that we should stop by a grocery store to get our feet wet among other people. The day after Christmas, people should be pretty much into themselves, and not pay us much attention. So about half way to the mall, we stopped at Wegman's, parked, looked at each other and I took a good look at the surroundings and pondered for a few moments the consequences of failure. A favorite expression of mine is, "No guts, no air medal"…….. I said "Let's go!"
As we were walking toward the store, I noticed a lady and her young teenage daughter getting out of their car. It was obvious that the timing was such that we were going to be walking side-by-side very shortly. I tried not to make eye contact and just looked straight ahead. Fortunately, I have always been blessed with extremely good peripheral vision. As we pulled alongside them, I noticed that the lady was checking me out big time. Then she did it again. I think she was interested in my hairstyle, because she could not have read me from that angle. Maybe she was pissed that we were better dressed than she was and I imagined her saying to herself "The nerve of that b_ _ ch!" HA HA!
We also noticed that when we approached crosswalks, cars quickly stopped to let us go first. I didn't think anything of it, but it was very unusual. Mrs. Missy later suggested they were probably stopping to girl watch, as we crossed in front. Stupid me!
Anyway, we got a cart for me to hang onto, and pretty much just cruised around, picking items off the shelf, reading the labels and putting them back. I did not perceive of anyone paying us any attention. We put something into the cart and headed for the checkout with Mrs. Missy in the lead. She paid and I just stood there and smiled and we headed on out. We stowed the cart, put our purchase in the car and I said "I really kind of have to go to the BR". Mrs. Missy agreed and said "They have no unisex BR here. We'll have to use the Ladies' Room". I had not planned on this, as the mall has a unisex BR, which was to be our safe haven. It wouldn't be ladylike to wet my panties though, so off we went. Before I could really think about it, she was through the door with me right behind her. There was an open stall. She pointed to it. I went in and locked the door. Whew!
There was a lot of chitchat in there and I was thinking "How am I going to get out of here without someone speaking to me?" I waited until I was sure Mrs. Missy was out and heard someone ask her if she was waiting for a stall. Mrs. Missy said "I'm waiting for her" and I popped out and headed for the door in a flash. When we got outside I thought "I can't believe we did that!" We got in the car and continued on, while planning the next move.
We had intended to eat at the Nordstrom restaurant, and Mrs. Missy said, "We should plan to eat about 3:00". I said, "That will be a good trick, because it's already 3:20!" She said, "Okay, let's eat at 4:00".
The mall was very crowded and we had to park at the opposite end of the mall from where we wanted to be. This would be a good test of the usability of the heels we selected. We spent the next half hour walking and window shopping and avoiding collisions with other people. Mrs. Missy always walked slightly ahead so that if there was an encounter, she would be the first who would have to speak. She also went through the doors first so that I would not have to say "Thank you" to the person ahead.
We went to the restaurant where you place your order at a counter, find your seat and they bring your food to you. Mrs. Missy ordered, paid and we headed for a nice booth, looking around to see if we had attracted any undue attention. So far, so good. No one cares. After two or three minutes, our waitress walked by, looked at us and said, "I'll be with you ladies in a minute". Holy sh_ _! Did she really say that?! Was she talking about me?! She did use the plural version, and there were only two of us, so I guess so. Big fat tip coming her way!
After dinner, the old BR call reared its ugly head again and on the way in, I noticed there was a family BR, but Mrs. Missy had other ideas. She was focused on the Ladies' Room. I couldn't speak because there were other people around, so I had no choice but to follow her in. Another high pressure moment, but again she pointed to a stall. I went in and breathed a sigh of relief. The next thing I noticed was Mrs. Missy's hand waiving to me underneath from the next door stall. Pretty funny, I thought. Anyway, done and once again out the door like a shot, not wanting any eye contact. Made it! Now we can do some window shopping and maybe we'll stop at the MAC store to show our makeup artist who at this point only knows that we were previously there solely for a Halloween prep and certainly won’t be expecting this. We walked by the MAC store, but there was no chance. The place was a zoo and we thought this would be a really bad time for a "Coming Out Party", so we'll do that some other time.
Cruising the mall was fun, and by now I was a lot more relaxed and better able to notice what other people were doing. We were checked out several times by guys. I could see they thought they were getting away with it by being not so obvious, but guess what guys -- I've got a lot of years doing that and I know all the tricks!
One guy in particular, who was passing us in the opposite direction, almost ran into somebody else because he was looking down and to the left, at my legs, as he went by. What a hoot! If he only knew!
By now we were getting pretty tired, and it was a long way back to the car, and "our dogs were barking". Mrs. Missy had reached system overload as she had been trying to look ahead and cover me all night. When we got outside, it was raining, but we still needed a picture, so we waited for the rain to let up, walked back to the front of the mall and took a commemorative picture. We would have taken more but for the intermittent showers. We did stop at another mall on the way home, to get one more picture because it was not raining there.
We did go back to the MAC store two days later, but that will be a different post, as this one is probably already way too long. We hope this hasn't been too boring, and if you've gotten this far, you certainly don't have ADD.
Thanks for all your love and support without which this big event would, undoubtedly, never have taken place.
Best regards and hugs,
Missy Anne and
Mrs. Missy (Missy Anne's GG)
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About 1:00 -- oh no! The neighbors came back early, and are unloading their car. We need a plan. I climbed into the back seat, laid down among the extra things that we were taking and Mrs. Missy, with pretended tunnel vision, shot out of the garage like a rocket so that if anyone waved, she wouldn't see them. Made it! We stopped along a country road and I hopped out of my hole and assumed a more dignified position in the front seat. Everything is cool, so far.
Mrs. Missy suggested, and I agreed, that we should stop by a grocery store to get our feet wet among other people. The day after Christmas, people should be pretty much into themselves, and not pay us much attention. So about half way to the mall, we stopped at Wegman's, parked, looked at each other and I took a good look at the surroundings and pondered for a few moments the consequences of failure. A favorite expression of mine is, "No guts, no air medal"…….. I said "Let's go!"
As we were walking toward the store, I noticed a lady and her young teenage daughter getting out of their car. It was obvious that the timing was such that we were going to be walking side-by-side very shortly. I tried not to make eye contact and just looked straight ahead. Fortunately, I have always been blessed with extremely good peripheral vision. As we pulled alongside them, I noticed that the lady was checking me out big time. Then she did it again. I think she was interested in my hairstyle, because she could not have read me from that angle. Maybe she was pissed that we were better dressed than she was and I imagined her saying to herself "The nerve of that b_ _ ch!" HA HA!
We also noticed that when we approached crosswalks, cars quickly stopped to let us go first. I didn't think anything of it, but it was very unusual. Mrs. Missy later suggested they were probably stopping to girl watch, as we crossed in front. Stupid me!
Anyway, we got a cart for me to hang onto, and pretty much just cruised around, picking items off the shelf, reading the labels and putting them back. I did not perceive of anyone paying us any attention. We put something into the cart and headed for the checkout with Mrs. Missy in the lead. She paid and I just stood there and smiled and we headed on out. We stowed the cart, put our purchase in the car and I said "I really kind of have to go to the BR". Mrs. Missy agreed and said "They have no unisex BR here. We'll have to use the Ladies' Room". I had not planned on this, as the mall has a unisex BR, which was to be our safe haven. It wouldn't be ladylike to wet my panties though, so off we went. Before I could really think about it, she was through the door with me right behind her. There was an open stall. She pointed to it. I went in and locked the door. Whew!
There was a lot of chitchat in there and I was thinking "How am I going to get out of here without someone speaking to me?" I waited until I was sure Mrs. Missy was out and heard someone ask her if she was waiting for a stall. Mrs. Missy said "I'm waiting for her" and I popped out and headed for the door in a flash. When we got outside I thought "I can't believe we did that!" We got in the car and continued on, while planning the next move.
We had intended to eat at the Nordstrom restaurant, and Mrs. Missy said, "We should plan to eat about 3:00". I said, "That will be a good trick, because it's already 3:20!" She said, "Okay, let's eat at 4:00".
The mall was very crowded and we had to park at the opposite end of the mall from where we wanted to be. This would be a good test of the usability of the heels we selected. We spent the next half hour walking and window shopping and avoiding collisions with other people. Mrs. Missy always walked slightly ahead so that if there was an encounter, she would be the first who would have to speak. She also went through the doors first so that I would not have to say "Thank you" to the person ahead.
We went to the restaurant where you place your order at a counter, find your seat and they bring your food to you. Mrs. Missy ordered, paid and we headed for a nice booth, looking around to see if we had attracted any undue attention. So far, so good. No one cares. After two or three minutes, our waitress walked by, looked at us and said, "I'll be with you ladies in a minute". Holy sh_ _! Did she really say that?! Was she talking about me?! She did use the plural version, and there were only two of us, so I guess so. Big fat tip coming her way!
After dinner, the old BR call reared its ugly head again and on the way in, I noticed there was a family BR, but Mrs. Missy had other ideas. She was focused on the Ladies' Room. I couldn't speak because there were other people around, so I had no choice but to follow her in. Another high pressure moment, but again she pointed to a stall. I went in and breathed a sigh of relief. The next thing I noticed was Mrs. Missy's hand waiving to me underneath from the next door stall. Pretty funny, I thought. Anyway, done and once again out the door like a shot, not wanting any eye contact. Made it! Now we can do some window shopping and maybe we'll stop at the MAC store to show our makeup artist who at this point only knows that we were previously there solely for a Halloween prep and certainly won’t be expecting this. We walked by the MAC store, but there was no chance. The place was a zoo and we thought this would be a really bad time for a "Coming Out Party", so we'll do that some other time.
Cruising the mall was fun, and by now I was a lot more relaxed and better able to notice what other people were doing. We were checked out several times by guys. I could see they thought they were getting away with it by being not so obvious, but guess what guys -- I've got a lot of years doing that and I know all the tricks!
One guy in particular, who was passing us in the opposite direction, almost ran into somebody else because he was looking down and to the left, at my legs, as he went by. What a hoot! If he only knew!
By now we were getting pretty tired, and it was a long way back to the car, and "our dogs were barking". Mrs. Missy had reached system overload as she had been trying to look ahead and cover me all night. When we got outside, it was raining, but we still needed a picture, so we waited for the rain to let up, walked back to the front of the mall and took a commemorative picture. We would have taken more but for the intermittent showers. We did stop at another mall on the way home, to get one more picture because it was not raining there.
We did go back to the MAC store two days later, but that will be a different post, as this one is probably already way too long. We hope this hasn't been too boring, and if you've gotten this far, you certainly don't have ADD.
Thanks for all your love and support without which this big event would, undoubtedly, never have taken place.
Best regards and hugs,
Missy Anne and
Mrs. Missy (Missy Anne's GG)
38611
38612