The hardest part about taking an adult ballet class is finding a leotard.
After two hours and five stores, my friend Brittany and I had lost all hope.
Why did every store clerk look at us like we had some weird fetish?
Stop treating us like pedophiles, and tell us where your pink tights are located!
Our last ditch effort was the local Wal-mart. We risked our lives going there after dark,