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	<title>Comments on: Don&#8217;t mess with my jeans</title>
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		<title>By: Dawn</title>
		<link>http://sodsbrood.com/dreams/2007/12/18/dont-mess-with-my-jeans/#comment-16948</link>
		<dc:creator>Dawn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 06:23:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Precisely why I shop at Goodwill where nobody tries to "help" me at all.

Conjured up memories of clothes shopping with my mom when I was younger...seldom found a good fit and was usually mistaken for a boy in the process.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Precisely why I shop at Goodwill where nobody tries to &#8220;help&#8221; me at all.</p>
<p>Conjured up memories of clothes shopping with my mom when I was younger&#8230;seldom found a good fit and was usually mistaken for a boy in the process.</p>
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		<title>By: Todd</title>
		<link>http://sodsbrood.com/dreams/2007/12/18/dont-mess-with-my-jeans/#comment-16696</link>
		<dc:creator>Todd</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 03:24:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can JUST see Lynn doing exactly that. 

And I empathize with the confusion and disgust. I have a hard enough time remembering my neck size let alone a color code. Why make something as unpleasant and time-consuming as shopping for clothes yet more difficult?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can JUST see Lynn doing exactly that. </p>
<p>And I empathize with the confusion and disgust. I have a hard enough time remembering my neck size let alone a color code. Why make something as unpleasant and time-consuming as shopping for clothes yet more difficult?</p>
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		<title>By: Matthew</title>
		<link>http://sodsbrood.com/dreams/2007/12/18/dont-mess-with-my-jeans/#comment-16503</link>
		<dc:creator>Matthew</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 12:22:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I seem to remember reading that this is a trend now, changing sizes to allow women the delusion that they are a smaller size than they actually are.  Anyway, Lynn said she thinks she knows what store you're talking about.  If she's right, she shops there too, and I hate to think what would happen if she met up with the bitchy clerk you mentioned.

Actually, I can imagine what would happen.  When Lynn has faced a bitchy clerk like that, I've known her to pull a whole armload of random clothes from the rack or table to "try on" and then just take them to the front desk and dump them on the counter, saying, "Sorry, I decided I didn't want these."  Make sure the clerk has to fold and/or put the clothes back on the hanger.  Getting even may not be Christian, but it can make you feel better.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I seem to remember reading that this is a trend now, changing sizes to allow women the delusion that they are a smaller size than they actually are.  Anyway, Lynn said she thinks she knows what store you&#8217;re talking about.  If she&#8217;s right, she shops there too, and I hate to think what would happen if she met up with the bitchy clerk you mentioned.</p>
<p>Actually, I can imagine what would happen.  When Lynn has faced a bitchy clerk like that, I&#8217;ve known her to pull a whole armload of random clothes from the rack or table to &#8220;try on&#8221; and then just take them to the front desk and dump them on the counter, saying, &#8220;Sorry, I decided I didn&#8217;t want these.&#8221;  Make sure the clerk has to fold and/or put the clothes back on the hanger.  Getting even may not be Christian, but it can make you feel better.</p>
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		<title>By: Heather</title>
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		<dc:creator>Heather</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 19:48:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don't understand why stores do stuff like that. Or brands. For instance, a brand will color-code everything to make things convenient. Then they'll get &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; wacky wild &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and change around the color coding they had just taught you to be dependent upon.

But in any case, I love the kitty litter metaphor throughout your story. :) Rude wench...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t understand why stores do stuff like that. Or brands. For instance, a brand will color-code everything to make things convenient. Then they&#8217;ll get <em><strong> wacky wild </strong></em> and change around the color coding they had just taught you to be dependent upon.</p>
<p>But in any case, I love the kitty litter metaphor throughout your story. <img src='http://sodsbrood.com/dreams/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> Rude wench&#8230;</p>
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