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I should know better... - Happy's Obsession
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I should know better...
I bought a pair of black jeans at Walmart, artfully faded. They were on sale ($17 marked down to $12), and fit really good. I was worried that the "jewels" on the back pockets would come off with time, making them look cheap, but I thought that if I got at least a few wears out of them, I could then pull them all off and just have black jeans.

I left them in the closet for a few weeks, and then decided to wear them to work on "Casual Friday". Yep, they fit great!

But just before lunch, my office manager stopped me. "Wait, turn around... is that a rip in your pants?"

I spun around, putting my back to the wall, and reached down. Yep, there was about a 1-1/2 inch horizontal rip in the lower right rear, just below the pocket.

"Turn around again, let me see," she said, and I did. "There's also a rip on the leg."

And there was, about 2 inches long, right where you'd cut them off if you wanted to make Daisy Dukes. But I had one more patient to go, so I had them seat him, then walked in, making sure to keep my front to him. I finished his exam, with only an awkward moment when he tried to be the gentleman and let me walk out first, but no way. And as I walked out?

I felt a breeze. On my upper back thighs. It was like some kind of nightmare, the one where you are at work/school/the mall, and really "feel" a breeze going by, then look down, and you're naked.

The freaking pants had ripped across both back thighs... and were splitting up the middle. Not along a seam, no... along some unseen weakness in the fabric. As if when they had "distressed" them, they'd done too good a job. They fabric was brittle, and the fibers just... disintegrated.

"You can go to the mall, and get a new pair," the staff recommended.

Yeah, right. Like I'm going to the mall with my ass hanging out. So I drove home, 35 minutes each way, on a 90 minute lunch, to change pants. Because I *know* there's a pair of pants in my closet that will fit, but not sure if there's one at the mall (if you forget the "ass hanging out" thing).

And now I'm PTSD about every new pair of pants I wear...

The culprit, draped over the trunk of my car, as I returned them to WalMart. And get this exchange.

Salesgirl: "We might have another pair. Do you want to exchange them?"
Me: "Um... no."

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agneson9 From: agneson9 Date: June 21st, 2009 08:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Holy Moly! Were they made in China?
ozchique From: ozchique Date: June 21st, 2009 12:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh god - I can't believe they torn that much that quickly! What absolute dreadful quality.

I'm sorry you had that happen to you.
severina2001 From: severina2001 Date: June 21st, 2009 03:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ohhhh man. Well... maybe you could have got some good tips if you kept them on? ;)
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