Shut the Front Door

can we talk about chatty cathy at davids bridal for a minute??? i get that all girls want to talk about themselves but seriously, my impending wedding should be the only topic of interest at a bridal salon. the conversation about my choice of hair accessories trumps your cute little tale about your current hair color. and dont tell me that a yellow chiffon tea length bridesmaid dress isnt flattering on any body type, what if that had been what i wanted. this girl talked so much. i was literally pushing my bm back into the dressing room with one hand and trying to shut the door with the other, and friggin joan rivers wouldnt let me shut the door. she was going on and on about her hair and her weight and omg, i seriously almost flipped my lid right there in front of all the other stupid smiling people. o ya, then i go to pick up my wedding dress, and she brings it to me in a clear plastic bag. i was like, umm... my fiance is going to see this, can you put it in a garment bag. she was like, um that will be 10 dollars just wait in that line and you can pay that cashier. im spending thousands of dollars at your store and you cant give me a bag, and i have to wait in line for 10 more minutes?!?! whatevs. seriously, im supposed to be all shiny and happy and all engage-y, but sometimes i really dont want to wear the matching pink 'bride' and 'mother of the bride' hats my mom got me. but, im the only daughter so i put the hat on and try to smile. but seriously if i see one more clothing article with 'bride' spelled out in rhinestones im gonna go ba-nan-nas!!