Another Trip To David's Bridal

We started by going to a different shop. PajamaGal had tried finding it yesterday, but didn't locate the right strip mall. I need to have the car detailed, so I figured I'd drop her off, get the car done, then pick her up. One hour max!
Wrong, you stupid dreamer.
Driving by the car wash made me realize that noon Saturday was NOT a "slack" time- there were 22 cars in line, and the detailing area was stacked 2-deep.
I figured, "What the hell, I'll get it done 1st thing tomorrow morning!"
We were immediately attacked by a 75 year old, blue-haired, wicked witch of the south. This place was NOT like David's! The dresses looked cheap (not inexpensive, cheap) and not much to choose from.
Southwitch informed us they had no "Mother-of-the-Bride" dresses per se, but had a small selection of strapless and spaghetti-strapped dresses. (What in hell did that mean?)
They never have PajamaGal's size (12) in stock; the racks are full of 16+ and are for trying-on, then you order the size you want. She found one that was OK, then Ms. Southwitch informed us it would take 3 months to order one.
.... and the broom you rode I on, too!
So that's how come I'm here at David's again.
Still no sports TV, still no scotch. At least I'm scoring points!
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PajamaGuy (b²)