So today was 50% off day at my favorite thrift store. The place was packed. I had a hour to kill between pick ups in my truck. I am dressed for work on a snowy, sloppy day with a 3+ day salt and pepper beard, bad hat hair from my wool hat and my work clothes half wet and salty. I head right to the dress rack, as I usually do and there is a woman there working the rack too. She's had quite a few dresses picked out. I work the other end and find a cute purple dress, priced right where I like it and decide to get it.
I move toward her and ask her jokingly if she left any for me. From that point forward, we talked like any two ladies would looking at dresses. She asked my opinion on one she was considering and I showed her the purple number I picked out (she thought it was cute!). Remember what I look like and while I am not the Marlboro Man or anything, my voice and mannerism would give no one the idea that I dress the way I do. We chatted for a bit longer, she told me about her eBay business. I saw nothing else there for me and told her I was off to check out the skirts. She wished me luck.
My point......NO ONE CARES! Not for one millisecond did this woman pause to consider that I was unusual or what was I doing looking at dresses. I am not the first one here to say it and will not be the last, any reservations, any fears are all in our heads.
Bought the dress, 3 blouses and an adorable zebra patterned jacket for $8.50. Priceless!!