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Folks, it’s just a sale. I was suppose to check out the Kate/Jack Spade sample sale on Monday with my friend PL, but she got slammed by work and we rescheduled for Tuesday. Of course, she had to cancel on me again for work. So what is a girl to do. I guess I can go by myself. But before I did, I tagged my cous to see if he wanted anything. In the end, I had shopping list for Jack Spade bags from my cousins and PL. I landed at the Met Pavilion and made a bee line towards the Jack Spade table. I felt like a guy sent to the supermarket to get some milk and eggs. But instead I had a list of items to get for my male relatives. Can we say this definitely was out of an episode of the Twilight Zone. I made the rounds couldn’t find anything and made the sales guy go through every box. Poor guy. I even interrupted him while he was macking on a customer. Oh wells. They had a few items that were on my list but they were all in the wrong color. Everything was in loud and bright colors. That was good news in a way. Meant that I didn’t have to fight some gay guy for a bag. By the way he would have gone down. There would have been some smack down at some point and someone would have been crying while they runs back to Chelsea. I’m not saying who but I think you get the idea. But they’re not as scary as an little old lady at shoe sample sale. One old lady actually shoved me over a few years ago. They’re not as innocent as they look. And you don’t want to get in their way when it comes down to shoes.