As I walked the road I felt like a sexy beast... as I sat in my seat in the minibus, I felt like a darned fool. Not again... The perfect black pair of skinny jeans that I had bought in the mall the day before and I was proudly wearing, had suddenly become a little less perfect. They were too tight. You may ask, but didn't you try them before you bought them? Of course I tried them on! I tried them on standing, I spun around in the mirror, checked how my bum looked; I was pleased. But I didn't try sitting. Now I was in the minibus and attempts to bend my knees in the required 90 degree angle were futile. A 160 degree bend was the best I could do.
As I shared my disappointment with my friend who was travelling with me he laughed and said "Once my jeans were so tight that I couldn't get them off in time and I peed myself..." My scandalous laughter burst through the half empty van. I felt a bit better, for a moment. I had been so excited that the size 9 "fit" that I hadn't given any serious consideration to the size 11 that I had also taken into the changing room. Now I was 1 Grantley the poorer (yes i splurged) and the owner of a beautiful pair of jeans that simply weren't meant for me... Lesson of the day? Not everything that fits, is your size.
