38 ≠ 38
OK, Outsourcing has finally hit me in the ass. Literally.
Pants. I can’t even buy pants right, apparently. I venture forth to my local retailer of pants to acquire two pairs of Levi’s 550 (for the large-assed) jeans. For the record, I take my pants in a 38/30 size. I have a pair of Levi’s 550s on right now in that size. Needless to say, they fit. Which leads me to believe that if I purchase another pair of them in the same size, they ought to fit, right?
Not on your life.
The pair on my butt now were “Made in Haiti, finished in Dominican Republic”.
Pair one (pre-faded) were made in India. I can put them on, but my thighs feel like sausages. These are “relaxed fit” jeans, not “skin tight”. So, 38 in India doesn’t mean the same as 38 in Dominican Republic.
Pair two was worse. These were made in a country I have never heard of: Lesotho. Apparently in this suburb of South Africa 38 means 34, or maybe 32. Because I couldn’t get those pants above mid-thigh.
So, I now have to return two pairs of pants (I am now happy that I Billyed out and forgot to put them in the wash with everything else last night without first trying them) and try to find ones that actually fit.
This is ridiculous.