sure more than one person will feel identified with what I will explain.
On Saturday afternoon I decided to go shopping. I grabbed a dress and made sure it was the XL size.
I went into the fitting room and prepared to try it. I get the dress neck, but when I passed the first arm began to squeeze me greatly. I said maybe you have to put the other arm to do better. So I did. Suddenly I saw that the dress did not come down, but not up. Mother! I can not remove. I put my right arm, inside out, upside down and ... then ... I saw a row of pairs of feet behind the curtains. During the time that had been in the tester, had organized a huge queue. And I was still struggling to take off the garment. In the end, his head almost to the ground, I managed to get a chest, then the other arm, then another and finally the head with a few less hairs and hair electrified that woman who just passed by an industrial dryer. I went out with heads held high, rather to not meet the eyes of those who waited. I left with no desire to prove anything at least for a month.
I think the designers should learn a little math.
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