This weekend I was in Wellington celebrating my three year anniversary with my lovely girlfriend. Basically the weekend was a huge success, we both had an amazing time and today arrived home feeling very refreshed, relaxed, and stuffed full of room service. Anyway besides having a great anniversary celebration, one of my goals for the weekend was to find a really nice jacket as my wardrobe has been lacking one for sometime now. So we started at a Barkers (a New Zealand Label) outlet store and I found a jacket I really liked and fitted me nicely, but it was only the first store I had been to so I didn’t want to buy it before I had seen what else was available around the city of Wellington.
So after looking around a few other stores I came to Paris Texas (A hella leet urban wear store) and found my dream jacket. The cut was so stylish and (for lack of a better word) “Hip”, but unfortunately was slightly too small for me so I reached to the shelf for a medium size but to my horror they only had smalls left! So I talked to the guy at the counter and he informed me they didn’t have any other sizes but I could order one in from the Auckland or Christchurch stores as they had the medium size in stock. So now having fallen in love with the jacket I agreed that this sounded good fully expecting the salesman to call up the other stores and make the order for me, this was not the case. After disappearing for a minute or so the salesman returned with a card with the name of the jacket and the phone numbers for me to call… can you say crap service?
Anyway So I made the calls to the other stores around the country and to my horror they didn’t have the jacket in medium either? And the evil salesman hadn’t bothered to check their stock levels and had basically lied to me! So now I knew what jacket I wanted but couldn’t have it. So now my only option was to go back to the original Barkers store and get the jacket that I saw there. So I arrived at Barkers and tried the jacket on again and sure enough it fit well, was nice fitting and all the rest of it, but it just wasn’t the same as the Paris Texas one I lusted after. In the end I just had to bite the bullet and get the barkers jacket (which cost much much less than the alternative I might add) or face a freezing winter in t-shirts.
So the moral of this horrifying jacket story is, if you see something you like, just take it and save yourself the pain and suffering of finding the unobtainable that is perfection… or shop earlier in the season so your size will be in stock!