From out of nowhere (well, not exactly from out of nowhere, I suppose), I felt a slight flutter of anxiety - perhaps a rising-up of the genetically innate protective mother-hen instinct - which quickly dispersed when the lady explained with a smile that she was in jewelry but told us not to go away while she called someone from Women's. My slight anxiety flutter returned while we waited for the Women's salesperson and I thought, I hope it's a woman and she's nice.
But what will I do if he or she is not nice? I'm not sure I even verbalized the question to myself, however I - again, instinctively - reached into my purse,
0X? I wondered.
Turns out 0X is for someone who's somewhere on the plus-spectrum, but neither exactly an XL nor a 1X.
Anyway, the discovery of Kohl's 0X turned out to be a "Eureka" for Callie,
Which none did. Once again, the scenario I'd imagined in my mind stayed in my mind, even a little later while Callie chatted with the friendly young Kohl's check-out lady,