girlyswot

This morning, I decided to take a few hours off and go shopping.  This was partly brought on by noticing yesterday that my favourite pair of jeans (and the only ones that really fit properly) are now sporting holes in embarrassing places.  So I went to Lane Bryant and spent about half an hour with a helpful shop assistant who measured me and helped me find the right fit and size and shape and so on.  But they didn't have the ones I actually wanted in stock (wrong colour).  So she said she'd order them for me.  Great.

When I got to the till, the friendly helpful assistant was busy with another customer so I got the other girl.  I explained what I wanted - which admittedly was quite complicated: size, leg length, fit, shape and colour.  I told her that I didn't want the colour I'd tried on which was a dark rinse, I wanted the lighter stonewashed ones.  She nodded in that vague kind of way you do when you're not really listening.  I told her again.  I still wasn't sure she'd heard.

So when I got home and found the confirmation email - surprise, surprise, she'd ordered the dark rinse jeans.  I tried contacting customer support - too late.

So now, I have to wait for them to be delivered, take them back to the shop and try again. 

Meanwhile, I'm enjoying rather more of a breeze round my privates than is entirely decent.  And feeling like the world is against me and I'm no match for it.