Does coming of middle age come with a rule book? Perhaps an appropriate subject would be; in what year of your life do you start wearing polyester and sensible shoes?I don't think I've ever seen anything like it in Barnes & Nobles. It wasn't in the Welcome Packet I received when I entered this world. I've never received any kind of "message" godly, alien or otherwise on any one of my birthdays. So why is it then that it is an expectation that we should further avail ourselves of our progressing age by dressing like our grandmother and her ancestors before her?I love clothes and I still live to look sexy. I have no qualms in regard to wanting to appeal to the opposite sex. After all I'm only 46, I'm not in my grave yet.So I find this new store. One of those buy, sell, trade kind of places. Cute stuff, love it. Upon departure I asked the girl at the counter what kind of clothing they were most interested in purchasing. She looked at me and with obvious disinterest stated, "The teen look".I pierced my own tongue.The next day, eager to lighten them of more of their cute clothing, I took in a bag of my own and was absolutely sure it fit their criteria. I was told it would be a 20 minute wait and I was to stay in the store until our transaction had been completed. Strange, but ok I'll go with it.The longer I'm there, the more I begin to feel that I am waiting to be judged by a panel of talent show hosts. Finally my name is called and on the counter before the sales associate is 3, (count them 3 of 20) items of my clothing. She offers me a cool $6.50. "Was there something wrong with the other clothing I brought in?" I ask. She looks at me and replies "We had some style and fading issues" .My tongue is now double pierced.
