There’s this store in the mall that I’ve been known to grumble about. It’s dark in there, the music is blaring, and the smell trails behind me when I leave.
Plus, it’s selling more than just clothes. When you shop there, you’re bombarded with the not-so-subtle message that buying sexy clothes will get you sexy dates, and sexy dates are really the only thing that matters.
If you’re a mom who wants her tweens to dress modestly and resist premature dating, you can see why I balk at entering.
But today, I did enter. My son was invited to a party, and the birthday girl named this particular store as the best option, if he happened to be looking for a gift card. He was, and we went.
Only this is the picture on the gift card, which the employee handed him after he paid…