The gripping conclusion of our heroine’s tale

All right. I can’t leave that bit about the pants up there at the top of the page. Ugh.

Epilogue to the Sad Pants Story

I drove back to the mall, by myself. I reveled in the simple freedom of taking the escalator, unencumbered and light as a feather without two tots and a stroller. I smiled inwardly, remembering the kind Pittsburghers who had earlier in the day stopped to help a bedraggled young mother — me — get her two squirmy children and umbrella stroller up and down the escalator, politely ignoring the big yellow sign depicting a stroller and the big circle cross-out thing that means USE THE ELEVATOR, MORON. Down Escalator Samaritan was a young lass evidently on her way to her shift at Ann Taylor Loft. Up Escalator Samaritan was a middle-aged man, possibly a civilian contractor or maybe former Armed Forces, who had three grown children and had just returned from Asia, or someplace far away, because he hadn’t been to the mall in three years and didn’t know where the elevators were, but definitely remembered “those days,” and swore it wasn’t a problem at all.

Then I strode briskly to the Gap, and bought yet another pair of Long and Lean jeans in size 2 ankle. They fit pretty good. The end.

October 3, 2008 | Filed Under minutiae

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3 Responses to “The gripping conclusion of our heroine’s tale”

Jen on October 5th, 2008 11:09 am

Long and Lean jeans are pretty awesome. If only they didn’t flare at the bottom … I’m short and that’s not the best look. The fit is great though.
Emily on October 13th, 2008 1:21 pm

That’s funny. Long and Lean from the GAP are my favorite, though I don’t consider myself to long or lean…
supa on October 14th, 2008 9:07 am

@emily that is funny! but it makes sense. genetics, man.

@jen i don’t mind the flare at the bottom; i think it’s more flattering (on me) than if it were straight.