I bought a bathrobe, white, made by Izod. It’s more like a kimono. The tag says “One size fits most”. That’s true if most are 5’4” Sumo wrestlers
with short, stubby arms. I’m not, but I
make do. My socks fit shoe sizes from 7
to 10½; my size is 9½, so I’m reasonably sure that my heel and the sock heel
come together. Imagine a fellow with a
size 7 – the heel must come up to their ankle; and the person with a 10½ shoe must
find himself walking on the sock heel.
Another thing is shirt sizes. I’m
half way between S and M. I wish they
made a Small-and-a-half. The sleeves
might turn out to be just the right length.
Are you a size 35 waist, drowning in size 36 slacks or holding your
breath in a 34? Welcome to the
club. So if you meet me anywhere and I
look like I slept in my clothes, blame it on the manufacturers, not my bedtime habits. After all, my hair is combed.
