A little whisper in the dark

Fitting into a size M t-shirt

I've always figured I am the medium-sized sort of person, but that didn't really occur to me till I noticed my tags today:

T-shirts, medium. Bottoms, medium. Shirts, medium too. In fact, the only stuff that wasn't size M was if it had a numerical measurement. I grow so used to picking size M out of a clothes rack that most of the time it is what I buy because I didn't try the others.

Probably I am just lazy to, as I am not much of a shopping person anyway.

Shopping might as well be simply termed as buying since I'd more often than not just make a hit and run raid into shop of choice, bargain, buy and board a bus to go home. Naturally I'd have done the research, made much easier now that the internet is a treasure trove of price comparisons and user opinions.

I've been without sunglasses for a month since both my Oakley Minutes and then the Raybans I've had were broken. I had been more than pleased with the fit and utility of the Oakley, less so with the Raybans (being metal framed, they tended to slide down my nose).

It was one of those shopping days where Pei Jun was doing the shopping and I doing the nothing bit that I shuffled past a Sunglass Hut stall in the local shopping mall, something caught my eye,

"How much is that doggie in the window?"

Well not really, it was more like,

"There, that grey one at the back, emmachisit?"

"$169.95, sir, but we'll do you better if you have a discount voucher"

Sold! Where do I get my hands on a voucher......

Some days later, armed with said voucher (a story in itself), and a hit-and-run mission plan, I returned but it was a different storeperson. I tried it and he said it was too small for me. Now, I'm pretty much used to doing my own shopping, so my self-conviction was more than a little shaken. I tried a few others, but my eyes kept drifting back to the same pair, the pair I first saw. Tried the Fives, the Monster Dogg, and I even tried the aptly named Minutes that I used to have, just to be sure.

In the end, I went off, empty handed, because I couldn't bring myself to insist on what I wanted. I went back today, we agreed to walk away if it was the same bloke manning the shop. In the end, it was the same woman who first served me, and she remembered me as well, and she walked me through a few other models (why is Oakley going square and chunky with its frames lately?) but man and cash was soon parted, and I had a pair of sunnies again.

And Oakley Unknowns was exactly what I had wanted.

posted by Chung Leong @ 2:14 AM