It’s summer. That time of year when my attention turns to enjoying the sunshine, spending time at the pool or beach, drinking beer on my balcony, drinking beer on my balcony (sorry, said that already), and finally getting some decent exercise. Further to the exercise thing, I decided to get some athletic wear because it’s proven that wearing it will burn calories. (That’s my theory and I’m sticking to it.)
Shopping for athletic wear is as problematic as shopping for ordinary clothing: wild variability within sizes. I used to wonder why this was so, until I discovered that the wrong labels were sewn on. Exhibit A, below.Shopping isn’t fun, like in the old days. Back then, all you had to do was stick your head out the change room door and ask the sales girl for a different size. Now you have to get dressed, leave the change room, rummage around until you find a different size (or, if it’s a suspected labelling problem, another of the same size), run back to the change room (assuming no-one took it in your absence) and start all over again. This happened to me for over an hour in a store which happened to monitor its change rooms. I spent more time talking to the cloyingly cheery change room monitor than I spent buying clothes.
Which brings me to the other half of my complaint: where are the pesty sales people when you need them? You know, the ones that follow you around the store and bug you constantly until you want to deck them? Maybe they’re conspiring with the dummies who sew on the wrong size labels. I may be onto something.