Dear Old Navy,
For years I successfully avoided your trap of cheap-clothing temptation but alas, in an unassuming suburb parking lot, somewhere between Costco and Panera, I stumbled through your automatic doors, mine eyes needing no adjustment due to your adequate fluorescent lighting, and found myself powerless against your ridiculous prices. I diverted my vision and darted feverishly through the aisles, but could not escape the seductive stares of this pair of matte black ankle booties, with just enough heel, interior zippers, lightweight lining, and their perfect height for wearing with jeans, leggings, tights, etcetera...
or their $14.99 pricetag.
I admit, I was a fool in love.
Just don't let it happen again.