almost getting into mens’ pants

I am down in the waistline so I decided to treat myself to a pair of new jeans (as hot as having saggy crotch jeans is…) yesterday afternoon. My friend told me to look for Silver jeans; there are only two stores in my city that sell them, so I went to the closest one. I get there and the store is way, way cooler than I am: There is like cool people music and a weird (read: cool, young and hip) layout.

I am flabbergasted by the amount of jeans they sell.

I go to the sale rack and start picking out random sizes cause I have no idea what size I am anymore. I am doing good - I have an arm full of a variety of jeans.

This too-cool-for-school blonde guy with the collar of his coat flipped up (just in case you weren’t sure he was cooler than you) keeps looking at me funny.

Pfft.

I walk over to a wall full of jeans and stare at it like a lost puppy for a couple of minutes; then, not 1 - but 2 sales staff come over to me.

Blondie keeps eyeing me.

“Need some help.” (note: not a question)

“Yeah, I am looking for Silver jeans…”

“They are right here [note: they were directly in front of me]. Umm…. did you get those jeans from the sale rack right there.”

“Yes…”

“Yeah, those are men’s jeans. DON’T WORRY. Lot’s of customers do that - happens all the time.”

“Oh.”

I piled them on jeanssalesperson#2 and let #1 pick out the right (women’s) jeans for me.