Last Wednesday afternoon I went to the local shopping centre with Jem in the hope of purchasing some Jeans. In the second shop we tried I found the perfect pair. They had the cute double-buttons design, which I love, and were a lovely dark colour. They fit perfectly and I just adored them.
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I got them home, tried them on to show Ray and the second button popped off. Not in a comedy I'm-too-fat way; the button just came off. I was pissed but just put it down to one of those things. If something daft is going to happen it's going to happen to me.
The following night I took them back and picked up the same size and leg-length jeans off the rack and just did a straight swap. Put them on the following day to find that the leg was too short. Although they were clearly marked - tag and all - that they were regular length they were in fact short. So I had to go back again!
Got the right size, tried them on, everything was fine. I put them on on Sunday morning and pop! the second button came off in my hand again. Now this could have just been a coincidence except that when I swapped my first pair of jeans a girl behind the till said she was "good at fixing things" and started pushing the button to try and get it back on. Now, with jeans buttons you need a machine to fix them on cos they have that pin thing running through the middle so she couldn't have fixed them by hand. Stupid girl obviously thought she had and went and put them back on the rack! What were the odds of me picking them up again?
When I took them back for the third time I told the girl - typically it was a super sweet girl who'd been lovely to me in the changing rooms every time I'd visited so I couldn't even shout at her! - that I didn't even want to try for another pair. She said she totally understood and gave me my money back.
I've done a small search for another pair of jeans and have not found any. Now I am very tempted to go back and try one last time to see if I can find those jeans in the right leg-length and with no faulty buttons. It would be crazy of me to try that shop again but I really can't find any good jeans anywhere. I fear I may have fallen in love with damaged goods...
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