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Little Mr Mahatma
 
Sunday, May 28, 2006  
Business Casual
At my new job we have to wear business casual Monday through Thursday. Friday we can wear jeans. This is a departure from my last position where jeans everyday wasn't an issue. Quality of your work was the standard by which you were judged, not what you wore. But that's not what I'm going to gripe about today. Today I'm peeved because, simply, I can't find business casual clothes in my size: 29x34.


I'm tall and skinny and most clothes manufacturers assume that Americans are more wide than long. I spent the past couple of weeks scouring Macy, Bloomingdales, Robinsons-May, JC Penneys, Nordstroms, Nordstroms Rack, and Sears for clothes.


Out of sheer disgust and utter desperation I bought at Sears three pair of pants size 30x32. Two of the pair were Sears brand and they fit OK. The waist wasn't too distorted and the length was a shade under flood embarrassing. The third pair was Dockers and the 30 waist was too big. I shouldn't have bought them.


Yesterday I remembered that the last time I shopped for pants I had great success at a western wear store in Bakersfield. Since this place catered to rodeo types they had a tremendous selection of skinny-ass pants and I found a plethora of pants to choose. I went online and sure enough they had business casual pants in my size. But I didn't want to go to Bakersfield just for pants.


The pants I found were Wranglers and further investigation showed that there may be a couple of places in the San Fernando Valley that carry the Wrangler bsuiness casual line. I hope so because this is ridiculous. Pants makers need to realize that not all Americans are fat tubs of lard, especially those of us with blast-furnace metabolisms.


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