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And no, it's not a post about pron...you perverts. You know who you are. 
This is a post about my mom. It's a relatively funny one, though in my half drowsy state induced by some pain meds, it may not be as funny as I think. Still worth writing though.
A couple weeks ago, my mother went shopping. While out, she decided to pick me up some shirts. Size wise, I don't have a perfect match. Typically anything from an XL to a XXL fits for me. Just depends on brand.
While out, my mother picks this one shirt up, looks at the tag and tosses it back. This repeats for several times before an associate from the store comes over. Looking over, he asks what is amiss, to which mom replies:
I'm looking for a one x. These are all xl's but I need a one x.
To his credit, the associate did not laugh. He did try to politely explain to mother that what she was wanting was the same thing as an XL. She would hear nothing of it though. She even went so far as to argue this point with the man, before asking to see his manager. To the manager's credit, he DID laugh. My mother got a bit indignant about it, but he just told her quote "Ma'am, it's the same thing." He then left. My mother was not amused, convinced the men were lying to her. She only stopped when I complained that i wanted to leave. Customers were staring.
Even now, my mother is convinced that a 1x and a XL are two different sizes.
This is a post about my mom. It's a relatively funny one, though in my half drowsy state induced by some pain meds, it may not be as funny as I think. Still worth writing though.
A couple weeks ago, my mother went shopping. While out, she decided to pick me up some shirts. Size wise, I don't have a perfect match. Typically anything from an XL to a XXL fits for me. Just depends on brand.
While out, my mother picks this one shirt up, looks at the tag and tosses it back. This repeats for several times before an associate from the store comes over. Looking over, he asks what is amiss, to which mom replies:
I'm looking for a one x. These are all xl's but I need a one x.
To his credit, the associate did not laugh. He did try to politely explain to mother that what she was wanting was the same thing as an XL. She would hear nothing of it though. She even went so far as to argue this point with the man, before asking to see his manager. To the manager's credit, he DID laugh. My mother got a bit indignant about it, but he just told her quote "Ma'am, it's the same thing." He then left. My mother was not amused, convinced the men were lying to her. She only stopped when I complained that i wanted to leave. Customers were staring.
Even now, my mother is convinced that a 1x and a XL are two different sizes.
Oh well...gotta be better than the lady that didn't understand what spam meant. 
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