Wayne D's Blog

This blog posting will not have a happy ending, if this disturbs you stop reading now.

No one would ever accuse me of being fashionable. I have simple tastes in clothes and generally wear cotton khaki pants to work. I have worn out out a couple of pairs and gritted my teeth in preparation of entering the retail maelstrom. In the past I have purchased said pants at Walmart because they are cheap. I hate the Walmart experience,especially the long lines to check out. The problem with pants shopping is that I am tall and I generally find it hard to get pants in my size. I can tolerate searching through stacks of pants that are sorted in no discernable order because the prices are so low at Walmat. The other night on the way home from work I stopped at the nearby Walmart and managed to find one pair of pants in my size. I took them to the change room only to find that the zipper was hopelessly jammed. To add insult to injury when I checked out the other items I had purchased I first went to a self serve checkoot where the previous shopper had left her purchases without finishing the transaction while she checked a price. I of course didn't realize this until I had already added my purchase to her bill.

Today I went to another Walmart and managed to find one pair of pants in my size. The Sunday afternoon business of the store also meant there were long lineups at the cash registers but a couple of the garden centre employees had jumped in to help speed up the checkout process at the express checkout area. One pair of pants were not enough so it was off to Zellers where I found that their khaki pants were a mostly polyester/cottom blend. Sigh. Nothing at Roots, when I went to the Gap they had stacks of $60 khaki's for sale. I was willing to pay the $60 dollars but I was not willing to wade through the stacks to find my elusive and probably nonexistent size. I checked the Bay and it was the same except that the pants were even more expensive. Stacks of pants for me to wade through with hard to find size tags. Hint to retailers, want me to buy your pants? Make it easier for me to find my size.

After my only partially fruitful shopping trip I stopped by my local for a calming libation. Of the three TV's over thee bar one was stuck in an endless Windows crash loop. It would start, then crash, sit at a screen asking if it should submit the error report for two or three minutes, then restart and crash again. While the crash screen was up we were treated to a view of the XML configuration file for the program which was called Buster. Perhaps they should have called it busted, I got a sor neck from having to watch the hockey game on another screen.

Posting this now, it's too bright to proofread effectively but I will fix up the major groaners later. Eeek, blogging outside produced a massive number of spelling errors, if you read this before I fixed it up I apologize.