“Excuse me, can I get your opinion?” The short, middle-aged, white woman approached me between round clothing racks at the Starkville Walmart just before closing one night. She had a girl at her side that I assumed was her daughter. “You look like you have good taste,” she said. Now mind you, I almost didn’t think she was talking to me, cus usually folks avoid conversations on late-night Walmart runs. So I had to orient myself to understand what she was saying. But then I got curious.
She held up two long skirts with a top. “Which one of these skirts do you think I should buy to go with this top?” She apparently liked flowy clothes, but one skirt stood out to me as a bit more chic. She showed me what each skirt looked like with the top she’d chosen, and both of them could work, for sure. But I really locked in when she told me why she was shopping for a new outfit.