I got a $200 tax refund, over half of which I am having to spend on a specialist to get them to look at my foul feet (damn, I’m a sexy bitch). I decided to buy myself some new clothes with the rest, why spend it all on boring stuff? Anyway, I went to the shops and was all proud of myself finding a few bargains in a sale (including half price Love Kylie undies, oooohhhhh). Then I ventured into Glassons, where I was to buy a nice jersey and a top. After I had made my selections I was just having one last browse when the salesperson approached me, and damn was she good! “Are you after any pants to go with those tops?” I wasn’t at all and managed to splutter out that I was on a budget and only looking if they were about $20. She pointed out some trousers and then said “Would you go to $30?” gesturing towards a table of trousers. I foolishly replied that I had noticed those ones and particularly liked the red ones. She asked me my size, found a pair of the red ones picked up the tops and began walking towards the changing room. I followed and before I knew it was trying on my selections. I had planned on being a Wile E. Coyote and telling her that they didn’t hang right; but they did and they were long enough! I’m not that tall but somehow most of my trousers manage to give me the look of a simpleton. I was caught in a web I myself have often spun and I bought the trousers. Props (for want of a better word) must go to the girl with the jaunty brown hat in the Dunedin Glassons.