Traffic for 2004 December 17

So Thursday was my last final. After the test, I decided to celebrate the blessed event with some Susie-less Christmas shopping. Some Secret Santa I turned out to be. Though I was able to acquire one gift on my own, I had to call Susie to ask for help in buying the others.

I wanted to buy her some nice clothes for her job. So I snooped in her closet for pant and shirt sizes, and set off to the mall. Well, her pant size appears, on average, to be a 10, and her shirt size a Small/Medium. So imagine my surprise when, at the two stores I looked at, the shirt sizes came in numbers and the pant sizes came in letters.

What a joke! I think some big shot poo-pah at Calvin Klein or Neiman Marcus (a woman no doubt) decided that it gave her power to confuse men this way. Kinda like the sophisticated, 21st century answer to burning one's bra, so to speak. Well, if I ever meet up with her....

I guess Susie will have to rely on Santa Claus for her lavish presents this year. I'm sure his cronies (the elves) don't conform.