Addendum

I'm sure Cass and I are in agreement over this, but I, Tiresias, am not going to step into Century 21 for at least a year.

Sure as shootin.

And there was another reason that we forgot to add, that got lost in the shuffle. Then again, it would have been the Top 11 list, and that sounds weird, doesn't it?

After the bitter discovery that nothing fit us (especially Cass, who would probably fare better in midwestern towns or upstate New York, or really, anywhere but this city, where skinny people grapple with each other for all the sample sizes, and the popular sizes are for more rotund people like myself ... which is sometimes why I have better luck finding my size in this city, but Cass has to duke it out with the Models, Inc. crowd in cat fights Aaron Spelling would have been proud of), we walked on out of lingerie toward hosiery. A woman making her way toward us practically rammed into Cass. She stopped, then let out this huge Superbowl-style, pizza-wings-Budweiser potbellied dude on couch-type burp, and the woman made a surprised sound, a kind of "Oh" sound, except it sounded like she was belching again and was only trying to cover it up.

Because we're still teenagers (and I follow WB programming religiously), we snickered and snorted into our hands.