We got to the downtown area and had found parking and everything was finally starting to work out. And then Dad told me that it's not socially acceptable to be showing a mauled leg out in public. I stole an uneasy glance down at my leg and decided that he was right. By the looks of my leg, it wouldn't be accepted probably anywhere except for in my own isolation. So,. I searched through my suitcase for some pants. Bad thing is, we have been camping and traveling for about the whole week prior and I had no clean clothes to wear and I couldn't change because it was in public. So, I opted for a pair of my Adidas track pants to pull over my baggy shorts. That along with the over-size Hanes men's t-shirt I was wearing, my flip flips, dirty and tear-stained face and gross hair up in a pony tail made me look like a homeless person. I was in some serious need for some shopping therapy though because the day had gone so badly that I decided, the heck with it. Nobody knows me here, I can look like a homeless person if I want. I just hope I don't get kicked out of a store for looking so badly. So, we took off down the block in search of a good store all the while being surrounded by nicely dressed people in suits and heels. It was depressing. I found a T.J. Maxx and immediately went into it. Spent about 20 minutes there and was ready to leave after making some purchases because of all the strange looks I was getting. So, that was my experience of looking like a homeless person while shopping.
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