I found the DICK at Dick's Sporting Goods!

I went in to Dick's Sporting Goods in Natick, Massachusetts in search of a less dorky looking sun hat than the one I've been wearing. I like the ones John and Brigitte bought recently so I thought I would get one too. I find my hat and it's the only medium sized left and on my way downstairs to pay for it I spot a display of backpacks.

Since I started school I have been trying out all the old bags and backpacks I already own hoping one of them would suit my book carrying and technology toting needs. So far none of the bags already in my possesion are working out so I thought I would take a look at what was on display in case something jumped right out at me.

After looking at 3 diiferent bags and starting to open them up and see what the pocket situation was in each of them and older (well, older than me anyway) gentleman with a bad hairpiece, looking alot like a manager type startles me and says "How are you today?" I respond automatically, intent on the bag in hand, with "fine and you?" not thinking anything of it. He says "Fine. Is there anything I can help you find today?" He takes a step closer to me. I take a step back and say "Nope, just looking at the bags" and I start looking for a price tag. He then looks me up and down and says "'Cause if you're looking for conversation, I would be happy to provide it."

Now, I don't know if the guy thought I was going to steal something or if he was hitting on me, and after a few more trivial but increasingly creepy exchanges about the bags I grabbed the hat I came in for and headed for the escalator. Why does a sporting goods store have an escalator anyway? Of course, once I got down to the register the hat I had chosen did not have a price tag on it. All I could think of was "Oh that's just GREAT. Now creepy wig-man is going to think I was trying to rip the store off." Fortunately the guy at the register took my word on the price of the hat, rang me up and I got my ass out of there.

I don't think I'll be going back.