Mid Trunk

Black Lot De 3 Boxers

The three boxer briefs I purchased for my son were very nice, as they should be for $150. The store clerk was another story entirely. She was obsequiously polite. She did not know what hours the store was open. Heck, she did not even know what day it was. Most disturbing was the ten minutes it took for her to figure my change for the cash purchase. The purchase came to, say, $168.18. I gave her $170. After several minutes of confused frustration, hitting buttons on the register, her phone and a calculator she found beneath the counter, she announced that the sadly did not have singles with which to make change. I adjusted my offer to $173.18. This threw her into a tizzy of excessive proportions. I might as well have handed her pieces of eight for all she knew what to do with it. She offered me a free hanger and a newspaper while she figured out the new cosmic math computation. I finally offered her reassurance that if she could just find a $5 bill, we would be square. She thanked me for my generosity, believing, perhaps, that I was losing on the deal, and spent another 60 seconds opening the till and delivering my change. Sad O.B. But, nice briefs. H.