Three of us went out and hit a consignment store in the neighbourhood that specializes in expensive brand names at not really reduced prices. This crazy wrinkly old German saleslady was helping me. I tried on this short knit sweater and I turned to Brenda and said “how’s this? Are the sleeves too short?” The saleslady came right up into my face and poked me in the shoulder and said “THIS is KNIT. Now when you get home you wrap this sweater in a wet towel and then put it on, and then -- now hold tight and tell me if I pinch you, (grabbing my shoulder) then you take this top seam and the bottom of your sleeve and pull like THIS.” She starts reefing on my arm like she wanted to wrench it out of its socket!
I was a little shocked (and very amused) and looked at Brenda who immediately turned around and started laughing. She continued “now, with the body of the sweater you can do the same. Shoulders back! Stand up straight!” and she starts yanking on the bottom of the sweater, thereby extending it three inches over my butt… even though I protested that it was fine.
All of a sudden there was this tearing sound and she looked up at me surprised and I giggled and Brenda almost peed herself. She'd torn the plastic tag right off!
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