And you never do know what my pop is gonna say at any given moment.

While we were walking through Forever XXI, he motioned to something and said, Look Jess, that’s you!

I looked in the general direction of his gesture and saw a mannequin.

Oh, I said, Is it because the mannequin is tall and skinny?

No, my pop corrected me, I didn’t mean the mannequin; I meant this sign…Which is when he once again pointed to something, but this time made sure I saw it:
And sure enough, I was wearing blue jeans.

And sure enough, my heart is a little worse for the wear right now.

But, well, I couldn’t help but laugh. And so did my mom and pop. Cause it was funny and random and a big sign that my pop said was me.

And then I couldn’t help but take a picture. And then I was told by an employee that I couldn’t take a picture. And then she made me erase it while she watched, as if I couldn’t be trusted. Which was actually smart on her part, because I was totally planning on apologizing and not erasing it. But you know, all the best plans or something like that.

And then a little later, and after much thought given to the spirit of the law verses the letter of the law–otherwise known as rationalization–I snuck back into Forever XXI, camera in hand. I looked left and right and then snapped a shot. And then bought a pair of pants, I felt so guilty.

Okay, so I bought the pants because they were red plaid and $7.99, not really because I felt guilty at all.

But at least I was a paying customer. Even if I was taking black market pictures for my blog…

But can you blame me? After all, I am the personification of blue jeans and broken hearts. Which is exactly why I should be pardoned, should this crime ever get back to the Forever XXI police.