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Didn’t Know, Couldn’t Recall & Almost Forgot!

I went to Big Bazaar on my way home from office to buy something for my laptop, which turned out to be unavailable. Wanting to make the most of an otherwise wasted visit, I decided to buy some briefs. I spotted them, liked them and then realized I didn’t know which size fits me. I was too lazy to avail of the trial room to ‘look inside’.

I moved on and found a shirt that caught my fancy. The size ‘L’ once again put me in a predicament though. Was I size ‘L’ or ‘XL’? Oh, forget it! The shirt went back to its stack.

Finally, it was the turn of a pair of size 32” jeans to allure me. I bought it without a moment’s hesitation, only to gradually realize as I was heading for the exit that I perhaps wore 34”. 32 or 34? 34 or 32? Must be 34. Yes, it’s 34! Convinced that the 32” years were past me by a couple of years, I had a trying time exchanging  for the right size.

Since it was past 8PM, I couldn’t get my jeans altered and was asked to come the next day instead. It’s too much of an ask to walk that far just for an alteration done free of cost. I’ll visit the neighboring ladies tailor instead.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Bhaisahab, they explicitly forbid people from 'trying' on briefs afaik! What were you thinking man?

By the way, nice post.
Deepanjan said…
Trying on briefs? I never even thought of it in my wildest dreams!!!

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