And Then I Took My Pants Off

Yesterday the BFF and I decided to make the most of our free day in the third and final city of our work tour and we went shopping in the local market. We each had a list of things we wanted, on the top of my list was a sundress, a red sundress preferably. Something cute that could wear to work and enjoy wearing around the house on the weekend.

The first place we went the man was kind of rude and more than a little annoying. I inquired about a change room so I could try on and potentially buy one of his dresses and he launched into a speech about the expense of real estate and how after these dresses go he would be buying anything again. Right, well it is probably a little tough to move the dresses without a place to try them on I replied and proceeded to pull the dress on over my t-shirt and capris.

Is it too tight? How is colour, can a wear it to work with the t-shirt underneath? “It would be fine without the shirt. Once you take the shirt of it will be fine” the man kept saying. “yeah … great … thanks …” I said as I handed back the blue dress. I looked at the BFF and we kept on moving. “I didn’t like him” I said as I turned up my nose. “I sensed that.” replied BFF with a giggle. “Let’s keep looking.”

We browsed through the vendors but nothing really popped out at us. Some thinks were too tight, not the right colour, the wrong fabric or a combination of all three. Twenty minutes of shopping went by with little luck, and then we encountered a vendor that actually didn’t look that promising but we stopped in anyway. Green dresses, long dresses, flowy blouses … no, no, no. And then, there it was a little red sundress … but it was a small. It looked big for a small so I threw it on over my clothes. BFF and I looked at it and thought is was great; red like I wanted, flowing as a sundress should be, good with the t-shirt on underneath, I think we have it.

“Can I get you a mirror miss?” The nice merchant asked me as the BFF and I were assessing the dress. “Sure, but first I am going to take off my pants.” I replied and took my capris off to have a proper look at the dress. “Can I help?” He said with a laugh and went and got me the mirror.
“I think it is perfect, and I love the fact that it is free.”
“Free Miss?”
“Yeah there is no price on it so it is free right?”
“How much do you think you should pay for it?”
“I don’t know. What do you think BFF? $20?”

At that moment the friend of the merchant spoke up and said, “I wouldn’t pay twenty for it. Give him another price.” “Alright how is fifteen?” I said with a shrug. “Sounds good miss … shall I put it in a bag for you?” “Yeah but I think I will put my pants on first.” “Up to you Miss.” I zipped up, pulled off the dress paid the man and continued on with my shopping afternoon.

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