So I’m walking down 5th ave to my acupuncture appointment and I see a line wrapped around the corner to get into the Abercrombie store:
Like REALLY…wtf? I mean…maybe I’m the un-cool one, or there’s a new fragrance coming out or some celeb is there that I didn’t know about. A line to get into Abercrombie though, so 2000?
I’ve tried liking Abercrombie, but like American Apparel, I leave the store feeling fat and old thanks to the young hot shirtless male models who stand outside and the girls wearing denim shorts that would look like a really tight pair of granny panties on my fat ass. I don’t get it.