Ross: Mess for Less

Yesterday was the first time I have ever stepped into a Ross: Dress for Less store. After work I decided to go straight to my favorite Chinese restaurant and get me some Hong Kong style chow mein, sesame chicken, and fried rice made without soy sauce. TIP: If you want to cut down on the sodium in fried rice, ask them to cook it without soy sauce. It's still really good.

Anyway, the food was going to take about 15 minutes, so I decided to pop into the Ross next door. Oh...my....gawd!...So, I'm just going to say it out loud and just bring my snobbish, conceited, side to light here. I felt like I just stepped foot into a Rosanne Barr, trailer trash nightmare. There was just piles and piles of shit everywhere. Stuff was spewed on the floor, hanging half off the racks, or crammed onto shelves like a yard sale at Aunt Gertie's house, the crazy cat lady who collects porcelain figurines of clowns. If I were one of these frou-frou designers, and saw my beautiful creations end up here, I think I would just have a Mommie Dearest, wire hanger tizzy.

And let's take a look at the people inside, the shoppers and the employees. Now, I cannot go too off on the people in there too much because I too was in there and it isn't nice to make fun of other people less fortunate than you....but what the hell, I'm Catholic. I'll just go to confession, say some Hail Mary's and Our Father's, and all will be forgiven....Oh...my...gawd!...This older lady had curlers in her hair underneath a scarf. I haven't seen a blue hair in curlers at the store in years. Oh, and it was those big nasty pink curlers. I looked down to see if she was wearing the bedroom slippers because that would have just been priceless. Unfortunately, I wasn't that lucky.

Then there were these two Latina gals who could have been sisters or cousins, but both of them were wearing jeans and tank tops that were about 2 sizes too small, and made them look like sausages who were busting out of their casings. The scary part is that they got dressed in these hideous outfits, looked in the mirror, and nodded, "Yeah, I'm hot!" Now I have nothing against big women dressing sexy, but please, ladies, have some taste. Torrid has some pretty cool stuff. Wearing something 2 sizes too small with your gut hanging off in every direction is flat out UNATTRACTIVE. It's a Glamour mag DON'T in a ginormous way. In fact, while I'm on the topic, every woman in that store could have been in one of those Glamour DON'T pictures.

Needless to say, I won't be going back to a Ross store. I love Tar-jay, so my love there is secure. The Bulls eye in the sky is my thing.