Have I got a bargain for you!

So Andy got an interview with a local Aerospace firm because she is amazing (the fact that she has a vagina didn't hurt her case any, either), so we went to Christiansburg to find her a suit.  I do not exaggerate when I say that we went to every store in the entire town that sells clothing of any sort, and the only one that actually had business suits was catering to a much bulkier, older, and generally more frumpy clientele for a fairly unreasonable price.  We were so tired by the time we got to Target (at least the 12th stop on our tour of "where you won't find suits in YOUR town") that we were both ready for the kind of massive breakdown-tantrum that would, in one fell swoop, fulfill our weekly quota of public humiliation.  We decided to get food and chocolate milk; the only things we knew would make us happy enough to forge ahead.  On the way back to the bypass, we decided to drop by the goodwill, just in case.  It took us all of five minutes.  We found two perfect jackets and spent a grand total of seven dollars.  And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you spell success in the world of Raggedy Anne and Andy.