Now, there are changing rooms in clothing stores for a reason. A good reason. BUT . . . I’m not big on them. So I don’t use them. I’m Dan Hansen and this is a minute at RepcoLite.
I have a couple main reasons for this avoidance. For one, I don’t like that most of them have doors that don’t go all the way to the floor. I guess I’m just too much of a prude to feel comfortable having my ankles exposed. Which makes no sense even to me–I wear shorts in the summer. How is that any different? But there it is. It’s how my brain works.
The other reason is more understandable: I don’t want to spend the time. I’d rather pick things off a rack, hold them briefly up to see if they look right, and then get out of that store and on to more fun things. Of course, when I do that, whatever I buy never fits. Or, more likely, it half fits. The shoulders on the sweater fit well, but the sleeves go about six more inches after my hands quit. So I either end up looking ridiculous in what I wear . . . Or I have to go back to the store and return stuff and start over. It’s a pain and a waste of money. And next time I’ll tell you how it relates to paint. I’m Dan Hansen and that’s a Minute at RepcOLite.