I took my fifteen-year-old son to WalMart this morning to buy some socks and shoes. He gets a larger monthly allowance than our other kids do and is expected to buy all his own clothes out of it. He's been skating by with hand-me-downs from his sixteen-year-old cousin, but that gravy train has run out, so it was time to shop.
As I wandered around the store I spotted a certain item of clothing on sale that I could use one or two more of. A certain...uh...intimate item of clothing that one really should try on before one buys, but one never really wants to try on - certainly not in a WalMart fitting room. I grabbed two. They were $4.50 a piece - how could I resist such a low price?
I should have resisted it. They're both the wrong size, laughably so. They're cheap as all get out. Two pieces of crap, forgive my French, and now I'm out ten bucks. I'll take them back, but really - I ought to know better. Didn't I just say a couple of weeks ago that it's better to buy one quality item than a multitude of cheap junk?
I've learned my lesson. And my son is learning lessons, too, about taking his time, shopping around and buying smart. He didn't like the prices of the jeans at WalMart ("They're $17.50, Mom!"), so I'll take him to the consignment and thrift stores next week and see what he can find. He's not going to pay for "quality clothes" at his age - he'd much rather spend the money on a new guitar amp. I guess the acorn doesn't fall far from the oak tree, eh?