rowyn

Friday night, I decided it was high time that I fulfilled Resolution #8 of my New Year's resolutions. My efforts to find slacks at WalMart and a thrift store had both failed me, and I currently stood at three pairs of slacks that fit at all, none of which fit particularly well or looked very professional.

I'd driven the car to work, so I called Lut at about 3PM and asked if he minded if I went to the mall after work so I could shop for clothes.

"Can you pick me up first?"

"You want to come with me? I'm going shopping. For clothes."

"Well, how long are you going to take?"

"I don't know. I'm going shopping. For clothes. I really don't think you want to come."

"I can take you. I need to get a headset adaptor anyway."

" ... If that's what you want. You're sure?"

"Sure."

I finished up at work, and Lut and I headed off to the mall at about 4:45PM. We parked over by Sears. Lut and I agreed to split up immediately: he'd go get his adapter, then buy a book and wait for me in the food court. We didn't set a time; I almost suggested that we set a meeting time, just so he'd know a maximum time he'd have to wait, but I decided not to worry about it.

And thus, I embarked on the Great Slacks Shopping Expedition.
( Was it really Great? ... )