What’s My Size Again?
Ostensibly I’m a medium yet recent experience shows me that I am both smaller and larger than that.
My mom got me a pea coat for Christmas, size large. The length is perfect, the shoulders are okay, the body’s a little wide but you wouldn’t really notice.
At work the bulk of the new management jackets, my pet project, had arrived but an error resulted in us receiving 13 smalls where we ordered none and 1 medium where we ordered 10. And the CEO’s a medium. With winter 2 weeks in and no firm arrival date for the mediums I decided to try a small. The new jackets have fleece lining whereas the old ones were just a shell and surprise dinner plans made a late evening with no chance to stop at home for a warmer jacket an unavoidable reality.
The jacket fit perfectly. The best part is because of the mix-up being on the supplier’s end we got to keep the smalls for next to nothing. So now I essentially have a supply of 13 jackets just for me. Well, and maybe one of my staff who could probably pull it off can have one.
So am I a small, medium, or large?
Yes.
