guess what? i just got back from nordstrom, where i returned that shirt i mentioned a few days ago.
i strapped the drowsy bean in the stroller and sashayed right up to the "individualist" department, where i learned that the store i chose to visit no longer carried the faconnable line. but it's nordstrom, where customer service is top-notch. the saleslady was more than happy to help me in processing my return of [what i thought was] a 5-year-old shirt. i explained to her that i'd found it while packing during our move, and she went right to work.
as she scanned in the bar code on the sticker, i nonchalantly asked "so, does it tell you when the original transaction took place?"
"it looks like...december 17th. 2003. so, over five years ago." dudes, she didn't even bat an eye at this tidbit.
i totally started cracking up, right in front of her. it was just so fucking funny that i could have this shirt, which probably got discontinued eons ago, sit in my closet for five years with tags on, and i was returning it. awesome.
she handed me a receipt, directed me to the customer service desk, where i signed off on $105.60 in cold, hard cash.
hell yeah! [doing happy dance]