Trip to Walmart by Age

[2NJSons_Mom]

You are in the middle of some kind of project around  the house. Mowing the  lawn, putting a new fence in, painting  the living room, or whatever. You are  hot and sweaty. Covered in dirt or paint. You have your old work clothes  on.  You know the outfit, shorts with the hole in crotch, old t-shirt with a  stain  from who knows what, and an old pair of tennis  shoes.

Right in the middle of this great  home improvement project you realize you  need to run to Wal-Mart to get  something to help complete the job. Depending  on your age you might do the  following.

In your 20's:
Stop  what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush your  teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror and  flex.  Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never know, you just might  meet  some hot chick while standing in the checkout lane. You went to school  with  the pretty girl running the  register.

In your 30's:
Stop  what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change shoes. You  married  the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands and comb your  hair.  Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a  shot of your favorite  cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running the  register is the kid sister to someone you went to school  with.

In your 40's:
Stop  what you are doing. Put a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover the  hole in  the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a hat. Wash your  hands  Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty so you don't want to  waste any of  it on a trip to Wal-Mart.. Check yourself in the  mirror and do more  sucking in than flexing.. The  spicy young thing running the register is your  daughter's age and you feel  weird thinking she is spicy.

In your 50's:
Stop  what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off  your hands onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dirt in  your new sports  car. Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not to wear  that shirt  anymore because it makes you look fat. The cutie running the  register smiles when  she sees you coming and you think you still have it. Then  you remember the hat  you have on is from your buddy's bait shop and it says,  "I Got Worms".

In your 60's:
Stop  what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose off the dog crap  off your  shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50's. You hope  you have  underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your pants. The girl  running the  register may be cute but you don't have your glasses on so you are  not  sure.

In your 70's:
Stop  what you are doing. Wait to go to Wal-Mart until they have your prescriptions  ready too. Don't' even notice the dog crap on your shoes. The young  thing at  the register smiles at you because you remind her of her  grandfather.

In your 80's:
Stop  what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you remember that
you  needed to go to Wal-Mart. Go to Wal-Mart and walk around trying to think  what  it is you are looking for. Fart out loud and you think someone called  out your  name. The old lady that greeted you at the front door went to  school with  you.

[Angiex911dsptchr]

ROFL   2nJ

 But as a chick in my early 40;s...  I have thrown on a baseball cap..  Sprayed some perfume on.. threw on a jacket. even if it was 90 degress out and ran in and out hoping I didnt see anyone I knew..  LMAO  BUT there is always that ONE danged person that just gotta recognize yah even when you try to be incognito.     

[nonesuche]

Angie me too when I used to live further south, if ever I looked bad and risked running to the grocery store inevitably I would see someone I knew 

I can tell you the remedy too, move to a fast growth city as I did two states away, I never see anyone I know at the Wal-mart or the grocery store now 

[pdh3]

I moved this summer, and during the process, I had to run to Wal-Mart for emergency supplies. I have never looked worse in my life, and since it was close to a hundred degrees outside, I'm sure I've never smelled worse either. I skulked around getting what I needed and tried to avoid looking directly at anyone in case they recognized me. I made it all the way out to the parking lot before I saw someone I knew.....dang it. I was so close!!

[LouiseVargas]

At almost 63, I am very willing to go to Home Depot, grocery store, etc., with no makeup and with straight flat unflattering hair (but at least my roots are always colored). To counteract the above, I make sure to wear a nice dress and shoes and put on lipstick. Sometimes I wear glasses to look geeky.

I have found if I put on makeup and fix my hair, I get better service.

I never wear sunglasses.

The way I see it is that I am not closely examining other people as to what they are wearing, how their hair looks and if they are pretty or not. And I don't think they are paying all that much attention to me and my looks either.

[pdh3]

You know Louise, as usual....you have a good point.

[2NJSons_Mom]

When I posted this, I just thought it was cute and somewhat truthful for some.  My parents always taught that there was a proper way to dress for church, funerals, going to the store, etc.  With that, my sister and I acquired a case of vanity that we've discussed most recently (Dad was tastefully dressed, always & Mom was religiously not concerned as he).  Sis and I tend not to go out in public without hair and makeup done.  Since we both have a progressive eye condition, this discussion brought us to chuckle about the time when we will not be able to do these things so easily.  Imagining our DH's helping is frightful...my DH's color blindness could deem me wearing an orange top with Burgundy pants, because to him, they are both 'red'.  Sis & I rely on family members to drive us to wherever we need to go, so we no longer have the ability to jump in the car to get what we need regardless of our appearance. 

Even though I'm conscious of my appearance, I have to say that anyone I meet always looks just fine, or even better than I.  Guess it's a self-perseption thing.