"Thats Size Descrimination!!"

No, I am not trying to steal one of Big Black's lines from Rob and Big. Instead, I am trying to tell you about my Saturday afternoon experience. So, Saturday around 11am, one of the dudes from next door, Heath, comes over and asks if I want to go wander around CBD (CBD = Downtown).

We take the long way to the ferry and to the city (again, my call with directions) and go to the major shopping area called the Queen Street Mall. For those of you wondering, Yes, I realize that last sentence included a a reference to two dudes and the term "Ferry" and "Queen" and NO, I am not in Boy's Town. Moving on...

As I have mentioned, the new style down here involves "Fluoro", which amounts to the fluorescent pinks, greens, and Yellows that we used to have on winter coats as kids of the '80's. So, Heath decided he needed to get a couple of these shirts for future nights out at the bars which involved us going into a bunch of shops along the mall and having a few beers to calm my head after the combination of hangover and techno caused a bit of a headache.

As the day wore on (and I had a couple beers), I decided that I would try and fins a T-shirt to wear out that night. Mind you, I have been running around and losing some weight, so I was feeling pretty good about myself. So, I grab a T-shirt off the rack that is supposedly an X-Large. Mind you, some of the polos I have are XL's, so I thought I might have a chance here. I could not have been more incorrect with that thought pattern. Much like me trying to fit an arm into one of Bash's shirts, this failed more miserably than Sara Maaske trying to play Guitar Hero, or cheer for a winning team ("Let's go EYES!").

But, I would not be discouraged. I proceeded to try on four different XXL ("Double Fatty Model") shirts in different places. However, each time I felt like I was getting ready to workout and was putting on Under Armor. Needless to say, I felt like I was trying to shop at Abercrombie, and I still have a ways to go.