After being in the house for several days with a sick kid (who chatters chatters chatters even though he is sick AND climbs on me) I needed to escape briefly or suffer insanity and so I made my way to Old Navy.  I didn't need clothes per se but sweet freedom beckoned in the form of two or more at only $7.50 each! and every time I buy a standard white t-shirt it, WTH, gets destroyed (holes, shrinkage, stain right on the nipple) so I found myself in front of the vast array of t-shirts ripe with symbolic independence.

Now you know Old Navy… they always have four or five styles of tees and a bunch of different colors (but never the color in the style that you want) and I can't say consistency is their sweatshop's middle name so I always need to try on each style in a couple of different sizes before I'll find the ones that fit right.  So I'm pulling like 10 t-shirts off the shelves when a young lady and her friend walk up. 

They stop.  One in particular stares up at the offering of tees. I assume she's, like me, weighing her sizing options.

She tentatively reaches for a baby blue standard t-shirt.  Hesitates before picking it up.  Stares again.  Finally, slowly picks up the tee and holds it towards her friend.

"What do you think?"

Friend mumbles affirmatively.

"Really?" The young lady goes back to staring at the blue tee.  Puts it back down again.  Looks at the jeans.  Comes back a few minutes later and picks it back up.

"How about with these?  Will it go?"  She holds the tee against her brown Ugg boots clearly waiting for further validation.

Her friend again mumbles affirmatively.  But it doesn't seem strong enough for t-shirt gal because she goes back to staring, unsure, at the plain blue regular tee.

At that point I had to walk away with my gajillion t-shirts, that I would try on in the changing room and decide upon all by myself.  Because they're t-shirts, not a massive life-threatening decision.  It wasn't as if these were two teenagers. These were two young ladies in their 20s, maybe early 30s.  I don't mean to sound mean.  Perhaps this individual was just a very indecisive person (and that's OK!), but I've been seeing this type of scenario more and more in stores lately.  It's not just indecision (trust me, I'll stare when I'm picking colors, too), it's like there is an inability to make a personal decision without a group consensus.  And frankly, I just don't get it. 

Anyone else been seeing this lately?