I seem to be a magnet for things like this...

So, I ventured out into the shopping-crazed world this morning at 4:15 to get some good deals... It was actually very fun. I went with a really fun group of friends, so even the psycho shoppers who had early morning grumpiness didn't get us down. Although, by 7:30 am, it felt like I had been up all day. Thankfully, the pizza place in the mall was open, so we were able to have a pepperoni snack for our second breakfast. GAP was having a great sale on sweaters, and since it is pretty rare for me to escape the chaos long enough to actually try on clothes before I buy them, I was thrilled to take advantage of this morning. Armed with a few cute sweaters, I thought it was odd that the lock on the dressing room door was a bit broken, but I didn't really think anything of it. After much deliberation over whether gray or purple would complement my pasty winter skin the best, I tried to exit the dressing room--however, the door had other ideas. I pulled and pushed and turned the lock so hard that I thought my fingers were going to bleed--all to no avail. Finally, I knocked tentatively on the door and called out "Hello? Can anyone help me? I think I'm locked in here..." A GAP associate quickly hurried over; unfortunately, even with alot of effort and two sets of keys, the door remain locked. About this time, I was beginning to wonder which would be my better option: I could run around in tight circles in order to work up enough speed to high jump through the 2 ft. opening above the 6 ft. door OR try to pull a spiderman-like move by scaling the corner of the room above the bench seat. Forrtunately, 10 minutes later, the manager was able to unlock the door with a magical set of keys. I suppose I'll have to break out my spiderman skills another time...