Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The Circus Is In Town

Last week while visiting my parents, my mom had a doctor's appointment so my dad and I sneaked off to the one place we only get to go alone together because my mom and The Pastor hate it--The Mongolian BBQ. 

We had a fantastic lunch (especially since we were able to eat it in peace without listening to our spouses telling us how much they hate it) and when we were done, I spoke words that cracked me up...."Dad, can you drop me off at the mall?"  I think the last time I can remember saying that, I was in Jr. High.

Mom was finishing up at the doc and supposed to meet me there, so at least  I wouldn't have to ride the public transit home.  That right there made it a better experience than my ones in Jr. High.

Once Mom showed up at the mall and we had sufficiently filled up on MyFroYo (good thing we don't have one of those where I live or this would quickly become a diet blog), we started the shopping in earnest.  Almost immediately I noticed a very strage phenomenon.  We would pick up an article of clothing and proclaim, "This is cute!", then we'd look at the tag and check the size--four.  Every single time, a four. 

When we'd look at the same thing in our own sizes, they looked like circus tents.  How come the exact same item can look different based on your perspective?  When I stepped back to examine, the clothes were identical. 

I'm starting to think I better take care when I evaluate the circumstances of my life and make sure I have good perspective before categorizing them as "good" or "bad".  Who knows, the circus just might be in town.

1 comment:

Kelly H-Y said...

Loved this post ... I was giggling from start to finish!


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