I'm certain that these sort of conversations are not overheard at Neiman Marcus, but until the day that I can afford to even touch a catalog from that store, I will continue to experience such gems as this:
The woman was there with what must have been her daughter. They both shared either an unawareness of their size when getting dressed in their neon spaghetti straps and acid wash booty shorts or a deep desire to show off the square footage of their ample flesh. Whatever the case, the mother stood trying on reading glasses while the daughter was purchasing more of the aforementioned clothing. The piles on the check out counter suggested she thought a nuclear holocaust was impending and she would be prepared to ride out the storm always dressed and ready for a NASCAR event.
"These 'uns here must be for people who don't see too good up close," the 40-something woman said removing a pair and grabbing for another brightly-colored pair of glasses. As she put those on she turned to her daughter.
"I can't see past the !$%* hood of my car when I drive, but there's no way in hell I'm gonna pay some crook to get some glasses."
The burly security guard waiting at the entrance a few feet away looked over at me. We exchanged frightened glances.
I was mind boggled as I tried to decide what was more disturbing: the fact that she was basically driving blind or that she thought that glasses she bought at Ross were going to correct her vision issues. Yikes.