I feel like you are always running over to Talbots for a sale, and walking away with 3 pairs of slacks and four shirts, while claiming you just had to go because you had NOTHING to wear. Where are all those other Talbots clothes going?
Holy Shit. I need a drink after that. And maybe a cigarette, because it looks like your day was royally screwed. Yay for cooperative opposing counsel though. Have fun now that the day is over and you're out of there for your trip.