Which Is Exactly Why It's Dangerous to Go Shopping with Your Colleagues

Today, I am wearing a gray dress. A dress I bought last Thursday when the plan was to accompany the Empress on a little excursion to MEXX on Mariahlifer St. to see if we, or rather SHE (I didn't need anything, after all), could make good use of the "take an additional -20% off all SALE items"-vouchers. MC decided to come along, too.

Half an hour later, I had paid for a dress, belt and cardigan (with a belt), whereas the Empress and MC had bought: nothing.

I sense a conspiracy. A global one.