I went to Buffalo with two neighbours recently for a whole 14 hours of driving and shopping and if that sounds crazy- I forgot to mention the strip search at the border
Ok that didn't happen but one can always hope
I wanted to get- amongst other things- a pair of BLACK PANTS
I wanted them to fit me
I wanted them to be comfortable
I wanted them to be nice
I wanted them to be well under $150
SO MANY CHOICES I felt a little faint
Me- Hi I want black pants slim fit, machine wash, size 4
salesgirl- We have the Courtney, the Daphne, the Weekender, the Bender, the Audrey, the Slim, the Skinny, the Boyfriend......
Me- Whoa...how about the best pair for the best price for my best bod in the next 5 minutes or my ride will leave and I will have to live in Buffalo for the rest of my days ?
Perky salesgirl has now handed me 12 different pairs of pants to punish me for insulting Buffalo. Trying them all on in 3 minutes made me dizzy
I got the skinny pant out of exasperation.
For three days I would not put them on because I was afraid in the confusion that I had bought the wrong pair.
Finally I did and I love them but still long for another time when a black pant was just a black pant