It was a store full of this:
I guess a Juicy Couture tracksuit is technically passing the dress code, but the fashionista women would have made us regular mommies feel better had they had messy hair, no makeup, or worn a size 14 or larger. To rub it in my face, one of the lady's velour sweatsuit had the word "JUICY" running across her size 0 butt.
It would have been one thing had there only been one lady looking like this, but then I saw another woman, who was more a size 4 but with huge, uh, you know (wink, wink), you know. And then I saw a woman whose face may have put her in her 60s, but her body was screaming 20 year old. Who are these women, and why are they shopping at my grocery store?
I'd like to blame their good grooming on not having children, but this was clearly not the case because they were hauling kids around in their carts.
To add insult to injury, as I was driving home, I passed some teenagers walking home from school. One of the boy teenagers, wearing the clothes only appreciated by the youth of today with the skinny pants revealing a non-existant behind, made a gesture with the fist and arm pumping up and down. You know, the signal kids like to make when passing a diesel truck. So I obliged the teens and honked my horn, and then waved. The group of them exploded into laughter.
And so I enter the mommy years. Smells a lot like teen spirit.