That phrase, buckling under the weight of a Ukranian accent, were the last words the dressing room attendant at Marshalls uttered before she handed me the five swimsuits I had chosen to try on.
Really? Good Luck?
She could have said a myriad of things:
- Thank you
- Here you go
- Don’t try stealing anything, I’m watching you
- Nice selection
- Call me, maybe?
But to say “good luck”, as if sliding the latch on the dressing room door could be the last thing my pasty wintered body might ever do…What was she expecting the end result to be?
Please. Happy swimsuit season, everyone!
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