Just a Slip of a Girl...

2nd in the series of stories.  I painted it first and was at a loss as to the story it might tell until I overheard a snippet of conversation between two ladies in the grocery store...and got an idea.

High Anxiety

There sat Muriel feeling miserable in Dillard’s dressing room surrounded by an assortment of one-piece swimsuits.    The overzealous salesclerk with the toothy grin and lipstick on her teeth was hovering around willing to tell her she looked fantastic in anything she tried on.  Muriel was embarrassed to ask the clerk to bring suits in a larger size.  She felt so alone and wished she had brought a friend to help her. She also hated the thought of getting dressed again to look for herself and go through the contortions of squeezing into another suit.  Why oh why does clothes shopping have to be such a bother she thought.  A size, no matter the number, should fit the same across brands - it would save so much time!

Still sitting there trying decide what to do, Muriel’s cell phone rang.  It was American Express telling her that a $2100 charge had been made for an on-line purchase at a site she had never heard of.   She was told to hang up and call the phone number on the back of her credit card to either confirm or deny the charge.  Things weren’t bad enough - now this.  Actually, it was a good thing.   She explained to the credit card agent what she was doing at the time she received the call.  They both had a good laugh.  The credit card agent completely understood her angst.

Feeling better, Muriel again scoured through the racks of swimsuits and found a pretty one in blue which fit nicely she thought.  After she made the purchase, Muriel was fairly certain this would be the last swimsuit she would ever buy.

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