tagged // 47

i wore this the other day to starbucks. in between juggling a thirty-three pound toddler, a venti coffee, morning bun and a banana a man approached me. you know those groups of men that gather at starbucks each morning. they stare. talk loudly. take up all the tables so you have no where to sit. you know who i'm talking about. each starbucks has their own pack. it's like they are on the menu. anyways. one of these men approached me:

 "hi, you have the tag still on your shirt and it's hanging out." 

"ohh thanks! yeah. that's what i get for getting dressed in the dark while landon sleeps." 

"ok. is it ok if i rip it off for you?" he says this while ripping it off. 

"uhhhh. sure, thanks"

 he responds "wow, that's embarrassing. like really embarrassing.wow." 

"ok. thanks. bye." 

as i walk to my car i can't help but think was it really that embarrassing? is it weird that i wasn't even remotely embarrassed? it's not like i had a pair of underwear hanging out from my shirt." which has definitely, probably happened to me. but, that's a tale for an entirely different day. 

top // forever 21

shorts // urban outfitters

sandals // urban outfitters