End of the day closing. We made the announcements, closing in 10 minutes…closing in 5..we’re closed. The last people, a middle aged couple, headed up front with nothing. Then they saw a rack of Jack’s Music shirts. the guy (who was looking at the shirts) was roughly my size, XXL.
(holds up shirt to show his wife) I think I can fit into a large
…I don’t know…are you sure?…maybe something….bigger?
Nah, I got this…(looks at the shirt again)…you think something bigger?
Yes…bigger…yes
(He holds up an XL)…this’ll be good, right?
It’s now about five minutes after we closed, and there is no way that this guy is fitting into an XL, so I piped in.
“Look man, we’re about the same size and I’m wearing a XXL of that shirt, they fit good.”
He looked me up and down, made a lemon face
…yeah…I think I’m gonna go with the XL
He finally headed to the counter, as he was getting rung up
…maybe I’ll try this on…just to make sure it fits (looks at his wife)…right?
He wore a polo shirt and he tried to put the t-shirt over that. It didn’t go well and I’m thinking “if the shirt doesn’t fit, you must acquit”, after a long minute of shirt wrestling, he admitted defeat and bought the XXL. And the long national nightmare was over
ugh! 