Yesterday as I walked to the periodicals room with a patron, she said to me, “You must have a hard time finding pants long enough.” Let me begin by saying that I am 5’8” not 6’8”, and no, I haven’t had a hard time with any element of shopping aside from losing the credit card statement and being charged a late fee.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt compelled to remark on a stranger’s pants. I believe that the most you should ever say about a stranger’s pants is “Nice pants.” And this should only occur once in a blue moon. And those pants better be spec-tac-u-lar.
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