King size
There is nothing more depressing than shopping for pants in Japan. Seriously. That brief look of shock when you tell the nice lady at the accessories shop that her longest belt is ten centimeters shorter than your waist size, and the humbling conclusion that the only place you're going to find anything is in the "King Size" department. The girls that worked there were very nice, though, and were able to find a pair of Rampaging Gaijin Sized pants.
They cost more than I really feel comfortable paying for pants, but since one of the two pairs I brought over from the States is experiencing Catastrophic Crotch Failure (something I would have liked to have found out before I took them to the cleaner's and had the nice young lady ask if I still wanted them cleaned) I didn't have much choice.
I don't have the courage to go into the shoe department. If I have to deal with the look of horror that goes across a shoe salesman's face when I tell him my size again I may just have to start screaming....
They cost more than I really feel comfortable paying for pants, but since one of the two pairs I brought over from the States is experiencing Catastrophic Crotch Failure (something I would have liked to have found out before I took them to the cleaner's and had the nice young lady ask if I still wanted them cleaned) I didn't have much choice.
I don't have the courage to go into the shoe department. If I have to deal with the look of horror that goes across a shoe salesman's face when I tell him my size again I may just have to start screaming....