I guess it depends on your definition of 'fresh'…
I think I just left the feistiest Old Navy on the face of this planet. Or perhaps they schedule all their super-spunky associates to power through those dragging Tuesday afternoons. I can't say that I'm necessarily in favor of this for the reason that my ear drums were quite accosted upon entering the store. First, there was the guy standing by the door who was only singing (shouting, actually) the "Babe, I Got You Babe" part of the song overhead. Shoulders back, mouth pointed skyward, he would fall over if he used any more power. Then there was the friendly "greeter" who found it absolutely necessary to scream "WELCOME TO OLD NAVY, LADY!! HOW Y'ALL DOIN' TODAY?!" At times like this, it's a tad bit detrimental that my face often gives away exactly what I’m thinking: in this case it was “Goodlord,woman,pleasepleasepleasestopscreamingatme!". I think I actually shrunk back a bit instinctively, like a dog being scolded for chewing your favorite shoes, which just happen to be $500 Manolos. Slightly polite-smiling and desperate to return to my quiet place, I pulled a hard left to put distance between me and the screamer. Yeah, that didn't work as she followed me and said (yelled) "I was hired to be a greeter because of my voice." (bad move.) "People keep saying I should go on American Idol." (deaf people, maybe?) "They can hear me all the way over in Macy*s when I do my thing." (mm, I believe that.) Unfortunately, I actually thought that last one out loud, to which I was screamed, "WELL, LOOK AT HER, AREN’T SHE FRESH?"

Well now, I don't think I need to justify that.