i need some new pants in a bad way. i'm beginning to look ridiculous in what i own, which means that hamster wheel of a treadmill must be doing something. so yesterday i set out on a trouser-locating mission beginning at trash & vaudeville, which has been fueling fashion revolutions, fomenting teenage rebellion, and filling the universe with rubber-spiked bags since time immemorial.

after oohing, aahing, and petting everything i couldn't afford (virtually everything) and trying on many ill-fitting (read: ego-crushing) pairs of pants, i finally settled on an awesome top (thank you, sale rack) and a few choice rockabilly-type items for my girl. sated but still pantless (not actually), i soldiered on.

thinking on my purchase and pushing the rocks around in my head in an attempt at addition, i realized that i had paid too much for all the things i'd gotten. sure enough, my top had been rung up as $46, and not the $19 marked on the tag. grumble. so i turned around and headed back, not wanting to return it but realizing i might have to in order to be able to eat for the rest of the week.

but—joy! the checkout girl (who had been mocking the people checking out before me and—i was assured—had done the same to me after i left the first time) was not only super-nice about the whole thing but, because i had to walk back to the store to fix the problem, gave me another $10 off! sweet.

so thank you, trash & vaudeville, for clothing me cheaply and being so nice about it. may stupid tourists cease to abuse you.

chris

Tags: acts that redeem humanity, fashion, trash & vaudeville