Friday night around 10pm, I got a random phone call to rescue a friend from a "I locked my keys in my car" situation.
Afterwards, due to my newly-acquired first-ever herpes infection (just the cold sore mentioned in my last post, gear down), I found myself desperate for a solution. The cold sore was fixin' to bloom into something much larger than I was willing to cooperate with.
I'd planned on being in for the night and left the house willy-nilly in what I was wearing when I got the phone call.
Purple fleece pajama pants
Bright pink sweatshirt with glitter (this was a gift from my sister - I'm beyond purchasing glitter, unless it goes on my toes)
Hair in a sock bun
I didn't think anything of running to Walmart to pick up some Abreva. Until I walked in and looked around. I was snickering at people. Then I looked down at my own ensemble. I could hear the soundtrack for Psycho playing as I realized, "I am a 'People of Walmart.'"