Delayed post, November 14, 2015 Wien
My son’s bilin was to buy him clothes from Hugo Boss kasi it’s cheaper here than in Manila. Kaya pala last April he bought half a dozen shirts from the Boss shop in Kartnerstrabe.
I was ecstatic when I found out that our hotel is 10 steps away from the same Hugo Boss store. It’s just right there. Swerte.
Kimberly in front of Boss
Last night, 15 minutes before their closing time of 8 pm, I managed to get my son two polo shirts.
Today, I went back to buy a few more.
My son wears polo shirt every day to the office and for casual wear too kaya two, four, five is not too many.
The men’s section is on the second floor.
The price range is wide. I picked a dark blue suit with matching trousers that is not too expensive.
I got two blue polo shirts, one dark, one light. Poor men, their color options are limited to blue, gray, blue, black, gray, blue again.
I saw a white with two kinds of fabric used. They have no more size 39 but the guy assured me that size 40 has the size body size except that it’s only half centimeter wider on the neck. I said okay.
They have no more new one in a plastic. This is the last piece. I noticed it’s crinkled and crumpled on the bottom, as if someone tucked it in. The arm’s middle section is also wrinkled, which shows that someone had worn it and folded his arm. The bad part is the armpit section. They’re also wrinkled, obviously someone had worn it.
The sales guy said someone probably tried it on. He could steam it daw. Medyo hindi ako palagay, I smelled the bottom of the shirt, okay naman. Hindi pa rin ako kuntento, I did the most ridiculous thing ever. Why I did that was beyond my comprehension.
I smelled the kilikili portion. OH MY GOD! aNG BANTUT. Pweh!
Super banturutut. My goodness gracious. Para akong mauubo, malalagutan ng hininga, gusto kong sumuka. No exaggeration. Don’t ever do something like that. Dios ko, nung nagsbog po kayo ng IQ, sorry I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t catch any. Why did I do that? Nay ko po Annie, ano naman daw pumasok sa ulo mo at sininghot mo yung kili-kili ng ibang tao?
And I am telling you, I could tell the person’s origin and nationality by the smell of his leki-leki! I don’t want to say it lest I would be accused of racial discrimination. My sense of smell could also calculate the person’s age, body built and the size of his ano.
My God. Hangga ngayon parang naaamoy ko pa.
The sales guy saw my reaction. He also squirmed.
Sales guy—–“No good?”
A—–“It’s soooo bad, wharkk, my God, wash that”.
Makes sense that you would try to smell it. It would be the most malodorous part of a worn man’s shirt. Blech!
That shirt has been worn for a while – not just tried on. Those are deep wrinkles. Someone who works at the store might have even worn it. I’ve heard of sales people doing that.