Let's start with the good…

I no longer feel bad about shopping at Forever 21.

Obviously I'm not 21. Shocker… I know.

I have seen too many other bloggers that are also well past 21 years of age showing off their excellent scores that I will no longer be shamed into not sharing my treasures of cheaply made on-trend designs from Forever 21. 

It does beg to mention that I came perilously close to pulling out all my ombre hair and stabbing myself in the eyes with one of their cheap plastic hangers while shopping there. 

Now … The Bad.

Why you ask? 

I will tell you why my friends…their effing *music* (I use that term very loosely because it sounded like mating monkeys on coke) . It was blaring out so freaking loud from every corner of the store on a 3 minute repeating loop with the most God awful mashup mix of crap I have ever heard.   I thought I was going to have an aneurysm. That or I was getting a migraine. Same thing really.

Now for those of you that don't know, Forever 21 is not a store that you can quickly whip in and whip out. It's big. You need to take your time and look in every single nook and cranny for those little deals and sweet designer knock-offs. But after 30 minutes of tolerating that screaming cacophony it felt like I had been weeks in Guantanamo Bay in the music torture wing.  I would gladly have listened to one whole song of Metallica on repeat than the inescapable vibrating distorted "trash-up" retching out of the high end $5 sound system. Not even the change rooms offered relief. 

Here is something though you need to know about me. I have stood in lines when kids barf right behind me to get at an 80% reduced sequined skirt. I am no "baby novice" shopper. It'll take more than bleeding eardrums and an exploding cranium to make me leave a store when there are bargains to be had. 

So like the real masochist trooper I am I toughed it out. Psychological warfare? Ha! They will need to do more than that to get this old broad to leave their store.

One hour in…thankfully…someone…oh hallelujah!… someone must have heard my silent prayers or seen my bulging twitching eyes and convulsions because they took off the torture mix and put on some normal non repeating music and we were able to leisurely spend yet another 30 minutes in the store at which point I found this amazing shirt. 

Boots – vintage, Jeans – TJ Maxx, Clutch & Leather Jacket – Danier, Shirt – Forever 21

So worth it right?

I can only guess that after working in those conditions for any length of time that each of the salesclerks would need to be on some kind of disability leave. Let's hope Forever 21 offers employee health care.

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