Was able to scoot a bit early so that I could go buy a couple pairs of pants and shirts since I am losing weight and lost so much in the flood. Waiting for the Wonderful people of Met Life to dance with my contractors and come up with a damage estimate that I can live with is wearing me out. . Well any way back to me. I was at JCP (which is where Met Life decided I should go to replace everything since they depreciated everything down to next to nothing. Since I am a shrinking man who once was 5 foot 8 1/2 and now is 5 foor 7 I was not sure about my inseam.
I did not want to pull my pants down in the middle of the store to try and find the tag to see what I was currently wearing so I asked where the dressing rooms were. This would be a normal request however, I did not take the clothes with me and just headed down the aisle leaving a confused cashier at his helm. I went into the dressing room and tried to find the tag on my pants and found it. It was not in front it was in back so I tried to see it. Now, I said I was losing weight, not lost all of it. I tried very hard to get a look at it so I started turning around chasing the tag. Thinking if I could just get a glimpse of it. I am sure the sight of my feet under the door chasing my tag was quite a show for anyone wating but when I exited the stall I was carrying nothing in my hands. This did not dawn on me till I heard security radio static come from a guys shopping bag. I guess I was a person of interest. I should have started barking and paid for my clothes in dog biscuts. Thank you J.C Penny for looking out for the bottom line. P.S. Clean up your changing rooms. It looked like a BP gas station restroom.
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