Here’s a creative nonfiction piece I wrote recently.
A few days ago I ventured out in search of an item of clothing. (The precise nature of this apparel need not detain us.) I hate shopping, and I hate clothes shopping in particular. Either the things I look at are designed to accentuate all the excess baggage I’m trying to rid myself of, or the size on the label bears no relation to the actual size. Thus for me, my ideal shop is one of the following, in decreasing order of preference: