I suck at buying pants. I was going to say “I hate buying pants”, but that’s not entirely accurate, though I don’t like clothes shopping…do I hate it?
Anyway, pants are hard. Especially if you let them sit in the mud and never wash them. I cannot remember which number comes first, the width or the length. Consequently, I buy pants with the same number. Either they’ll be slightly too long or slightly too skinny. Such is life, I’m afraid.
I mean, sure, I could try them on in the store. But who has the time? With video games calling to me every hour of the day, I barely find the courage to leave the house. Besides, most of my pants are for work. It doesn’t matter if I look super awesome or just mild-mannered; they’re bound to get a hole in them sooner rather than later.
And pants aren’t cheap. Even off-brand khakis. Weird, right? I suppose it’s fitting [see what I did there?], after all, someone took the time to make the pants and all a cow did to produce milk was…um…have utters?
Maybe next time, I’ll just Google pants and see what I can learn. Probably not. I have the memory of a goldfish.