There is a growing list of businesses that I feel unable to visit again due to reasons of pride, or lack thereof. They are all establishments that I have fled away from tail firmly between legs. For example there is a certain cocktail bar in Amsterdam that I feel I cannot visit again unless heavily disguised. Then there’s the flower shop where I asked for a bouquet of flowers only to be informed that all their flowers were plastic, had I not noticed? Also in Amsterdam there is a restaurant where a slight scene was made after waiting almost an hour for the food to arrive. One could have grumbled and left with dignity but I felt the need to illustrate my plight to other customers in a high-pitched over-excited voice. In my defence we had almost finished the wine by that time and hadn’t received any food to soak it up.
The latest to add to my collection is a clothes shop near work. One might wonder how I managed to embarrass myself in a clothes shop, especially during working hours when absolutely no booze was taken. Well, where there’s a Conortje there’s a way to embarrass I always say. There I was, browsing the shelves with my Occasionally Sober Friend when my eye caught a pair of particularly fetching jeans. There was a sale on and the jeans not only looked great but were also ridiculously cheap. I quickly found my size, eyed them up and down for imperfections and raced over to the assistant before anyone else could get them. May I please try these on? I enquired politely. The assistant then proceeded to contort her face into a painful exhibition of confusion. Ummm yes I suppose she said in barely a whisper. Right then! I said loudly, with the growing confidence that I was going to look stunning within minutes. Looking around I couldn’t see where the changing rooms were so I had to ask Ms Confusion. She pointed the way, without a sound, still wearing the same expression that was now bordering on distress. Ignoring her I marched towards the changing rooms, jeans under my arm.
Halfway there the assistant found she could take it no longer and shrieked out Sir! I turned around as she continued you do realise that they are ladies’ jeans? And immediately it was my turn to do facial acrobatics with a growing bright red backdrop. I weighed up my options – I could pretend I knew all along and was just experimenting in cross-dressing – I could argue that she was wrong – I could simply have said really? I’d like to try them all the same. There are many things I could have done. What I decided to do however was utter a shrill No! as I dropped the jeans and fled the shop as fast as my little legs would carry me, scooping my OSF up in the ensuing gust of wind I left behind.
and yet, if i were to try on men’s jeans, nobody would look askance. how fair is that? hilarious post, conor. there was an episode on the american “office” where the boss wears a woman’s pantsuit that he bought cheap. it looks just a bit off….until you see a woman wearing the same suit. and then you get it. very funny.
i’m sorry she alerted you. you could have had even better stories, had she not.
Oh, I’d have loved to have seen your face. I think you should have tried them on and asked if she had a nice blouse to go with.
It’s not like you had to buy them afterwards….and dressing up might be fun 😉
laurie – I am very very glad she did – I can just see me strutting out to show my OSF
travelling – I think you like dressing up more than I do, isn’t that right Pirate?
I had a pair like that once – like Kildare Town in the 50s – the only one in the country with no ballroom.
primal – you’ve been saving that one up for years haven’t you?
Stop yourself, will you.
At least she didn’t say “You do realise sir, that in order to wear those jeans a small operation might be needed?” I blame the store for not separating men’s and women’s jeans clearly. And you of course for being so petite they looked perfectly suitable….
travelling – if only I could
nick – those hips don’t lie 😉
Hmmm…. where did I see this before?…
SCENE I: Will’s Apartment
WILL: Grace, I found the perfect pair of jeans. I’m serious. They’re perfect. They conceal from the world everything which is flawed and evil and show only that which is true and plump.
GRACE: I’ve spent my entire life looking for a bra that’ll do that.
[…]
[WILL EXITS HIS BEDROOM WEARING HIS NEW FRENCH JEANS.]
WILL: Well? What do you think?
JACK: Nice. Do they sell men’s clothes where you got those?
WILL: You don’t know anything. These are fantastic French jeans.
[…]
GRACE: I love those jeans.
WILL: Thank you.
GRACE: I wore them to my bat-mitzvah after party.
WILL: These are men’s jeans.
NATHAN: Willard, relax. It’s a very smart-looking pant. It’ll save you having to tell people you’re gay.
SCENE V: Barney’s Department Store
WOMAN: [TO WILL] Excuse me. Hi. Did you get those jeans here?
WILL: Oh, actually, I got ’em in France.
WOMAN: Really? They’re great. I would love to get a pair.
WILL: Well, they’re men’s jeans.
WOMAN: Heh heh. Well, if you say so.
WOMAN 2: 150!
WOMAN 3: 155!
WILL: Oh, all right. Look, come here. Come over to the mirror. All of you. You see? Everything about them indicates “men’s jeans.” The way they ride low on the hip, the thoughtful flare athe shoe, the handmade copper ingots, and look, there’s a little secret compartment in here for your thumb or a… a tube of lipstick. Do I hear 160?
that is so funny!!! you sould of said “i am a woman…on the inside!”
hahaha oh that’s so funny. I would have tried them on anyway just for the hell of it. Then again, I’m a fashion retard… even if I saw a man in woman’s jeans I’d never know so I don’t really see those things as a worry.
I don’t know, if a pair of jeans fits properly and looks good, it shouldn’t matter if they’re technically ladies.
That was a great story. I kept wondering what the problem was going to be. I thought maybe they were going to be kids’ jeans.
Hehehehe, I’m surprised you didn’t try to brazen it out and say to the assistant that yes, you were perfectly aware that they were ladies jeans.
I’d love to be able to giggle at your misfortune, but as you well know, you’re far from being alone in shopping mishaps!
Hmm… where have I heard this before…
SCENE I: Will’s Apartment
[WILL EXITS HIS BEDROOM WEARING HIS NEW FRENCH JEANS.]
WILL: Well? What do you think?
JACK: Nice. Do they sell men’s clothes where you got those?
WILL: You don’t know anything. These are fantastic French jeans.
[…]
GRACE: I love those jeans.
WILL: Thank you.
GRACE: I wore them to my bat-mitzvah after party.
WILL: These are men’s jeans.
NATHAN: Willard, relax. It’s a very smart-looking pant. It’ll save you having to tell people you’re gay.
SCENE V: Barney’s Department Store
WOMAN: [TO WILL] Excuse me. Hi. Did you get those jeans here?
WILL: Oh, actually, I got ‘ em in France .
WOMAN: Really? They’re great. I would love to get a pair.
WILL: Well, they’re men’s jeans.
WOMAN: Heh heh. Well, if you say so.
WOMAN 2: 150!
WOMAN 3: 155!
WILL: Oh, all right. Look, come here. Come over to the mirror. All of you. You see? Everything about them indicates “men’s jeans.” The way they ride low on the hip, the thoughtful flare athe shoe, the handmade copper ingots, and look, there’s a little secret compartment in here for your thumb or a… a tube of lipstick. Do I hear 160?
Haha well thank you Primal for explaining the difference between men’s and women’s jeans, I didn’t realise there was more ‘room’ down there! How Mr Strauss managed to retail his 501’s to both sexes all these years remains a mystery. I’d have tried them on anyway, camped it up and sasheyed out of the shop yelling “perfect dahlink ta-ta for now!”
tcup – oh I’m WAY too manly for her to have believed that 🙂
breigh – well I wonder how you ARE supposed to know. There should be a clear tag on each pair!
ann – Well I’ll never know now how they would have fit 🙂
jovica – I think my bright red face gave it away hehe
bb – that’s never all from memory is it? I’m going to HAVE TO see that episode 🙂
baino – I want to try on a lady’s pair now just to see what the difference really is 🙂
but maybe they would have fit just fine – now you and we will never know 😦
OH.MY.GAWD!!!!!!! i love this story, sugar! thanks for the laughs and the image! 😉
hilarious! But how were you to know they were for the ladies? Shame you’ll never be able to show your face in there again, eh?
Careful now. That’s how I got started and look how it ended up.
Quickroute – I’m almost tempted to go back and see – ah who am I kidding, no I’m not!
savannah – hehe anytime :-), now get back to packing!
emmak – that’s what I wonder too – I thought you people had your own size system at least and that would warn me
HQ – hehe that gave me such a laugh, thank you X
I know exactly how that feels…I have done a similiar thing too..I went to this shop with a friend and asked the assisstant to show us some shirts…My friend lookes positively mortified…after a pause the assistant replied ‘ma’am we dont have any in your size’…thats when my friend decided to have mercy and whispered – ‘they dont stock apparel for women’…
I love it. Having a bad day already and your post really made me laugh. Thanks a mill. More please.x
Some people might seek help for such behaviour. Me? I’m just laughing…..
seshata – hehe great minds…
towny – poor thing – I hope the day got better for you!
eoin – it’s the only way to go 🙂
Oh damn sorry for the double entry, WordPress is very messy at my work. Where I obviously work. I sure as hell don’t troll the internet all day lurking around for new blog posts…
Very funny experience though Conor! And the W&G episode is well worth watching. Martin gets one of his favourite quotes from it: “Shop and poop, shop and poop!”. As they say in Dutch: over smaak valt niet te twisten…
Ah the joys of clothes shopping in Holland, Den Haag, on the Fred! I kinda gave up shopping for anything but the essentials because the”Customer Service” was beyond dire and only occasionally lent itself to the ironic!
“Yes, I’m quite aware of that, I’m trying them on for my twin sister, thank you.”
and flounce off to the dressing room.
XO
WWW
bb – no worries:-) It’s been known to block my own comments thinking I’m spam!!
betty – oh dear lord, that’s exactly where the shop is, The Fred
www – why do I never think of these things at the time???
For someone who wears jeans almost exclusively I really can’t tell the difference. Whats a 160?
The appropriate response would have been “but I am a lady”…
awww, dad, do i have to?????? *yuk, yuk, yuk*
xoxoxox
rua – 160? absolutely no idea
lottie – hehe that would have been brilliant indeed!
savannah – less of your back chat miss 🙂
Is it a sign of knowing you well, when by the second line of the second paragraph I though to myself “I bet there’s women’s clothing involved here”? Or is it just a lucky guess?