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Recently I went to mines on my own, for the purpose of buying a pair of Hawaiian pants. I needed the pants as it was required for a performance that I am involved in. The shop that I found selling Hawaiian pants was none other than The Reject Shop. Thinking about it many of my purchases randomly come from this shop.

I found 2 pants that had a design that I liked. I was a bit particular in choosing them out of the others, as I rarely wore any clothing that had floral patterns/motifs. These two had a good balance of simplicity and flower motifs. They were the only ones of their design left in stock so I hurriedly took them to the dressing room. Once I had my trousers hung on the wall then at that very moment I remembered there was such a thing called “size”. The 2 pants I had took were not my size, they were M while I needed a minimum of XL. Damn. The only option left was to ask the attendants if they had any other in stock. Finding an attendant proved an unnecessary waste of time. One of them was squatting down resting his back on a clothes rack, I quickly turned a blind eye as I did not want to “disturb” his leisure time. Oh my…. This Reject shop is quite peculiar. A shop run by rejects? After scouring the shop for an attendant (I did not bother the cashier as she was busy with other customers), I finally spotted an attendant. She was standing near a rack of clothes. Ooops, let me correct that. She was standing BEHINDD a rack of clothes instead of in front of it, obscuring my vision and blending in the background. As I approached her, she pointed to me to where the counter was. Wow! Not only is she a reject ninja, she’s a reject ninja psychic too! I quickly told her what I wanted, she disappeared and came back to me in a while telling me that those designs were out of stock.

Fine. I went back to the rack of Hawaiian pants with a different objective. “Find pants with floral patterns that suited me”. This proved a hassle as all the pants were put on hangers which had clips clipping 2 ends of each pant. Each pant had no size measurement on the price tag, which was no big deal as I could just reach in the back of each pant to see the measurement there. The plan was flawless except for the fact that each pant was clipped at the front and BACK. I had to unclip the back side before I could see the measurement of each pants. I was getting so desperate (because I did not want to make a 2nd trip to find Hawaiian pants) that I even went through Hawaiian pants that had PINK in their design. Thankfully I found 2 pants that were XL. Tried them on, they fit. I proceeded to pay. Done!