My Dog Diary

Those who know me well will know that I need to buy a pair of Levi’s jeans every year. I have been doing this for a few years, only for a reason: Levi’s has a size 24 with the exact cutting that can fit me well. :/

Me and DARL went shopping on Christmas day, and somehow he reminded me that it’s almost time for me to get a pair of jeans. So I went to the store, tried a few, just to find out that the one and only cutting I like had only size 25 as the last pair. I went in twice and the first time was served by a nerdy staff – can’t help but he was really nerdy. No response on whatever you were saying.

The second time I went in, a whole bunch of staff were ‘partying’ beside the counter. They simply chit-chatted and laughed really loud, regardless of the number of customers in the store. I went out from the fitting room with another pair of jeans that didn’t fit me well, and tried to figure out where to put it. No one even bothered to look at me. I ended up calling one of them who happened to walk by and passed the jeans to him.

Yesterday I went to another Levi’s store in another shopping mall. The sales girl was kind enough to explain to me on the cuttings and materials. I told her that I’d be back in a while as I wanted to ask DARL to give me some opinion before buying. We went back about 2 hours later, and hoo-hoo, the staffs were partying again. This time, I could see that they were exchanging presents and everyone gathered around the cashier counter excitedly. And certainly, no one attended me as well.

DARL convinced me to grab that pair of jeans that I was trying and we walked to the cashier. We stood there for a minute and no one noticed until I said:

“Can I pay now?”

A guy quickly apologise and took over the pair of jeans from me. After settling the bill – or rather while settling the bill, he was also busy laughing and chit-chatting with the rest who were so busy opening the mysterious presents from among themselves. He handed me a paper bag with the pair of jeans, whereby I looked inside just to realise that he even forgotten to take out the big security tag normally attached to merchandises in shops.

Conclusion: Working in a Levi’s store is fun. You get to party around the cashier counter, even when there are plenty of customers in the store.

And here is my pair of ¾ quarter jeans – or whatever you call it.

P/S: I am extremely sleepy and tired at this hour. But I wanted to finish this post. So do bear with me if there are countless grammar mistakes or sentences or words that don’t make sense. :D

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