I went to this glorious warehouse yesterday. Technically, it's a store, but topographically, it's a warehouse. This jeans warehouse is named "Jeans Jeans Jeans" and they sell them them them.
This wonderful place is to retail what India is to population density. It is the juggernaut, in case you were confused.
You walk into Jeans Jeans Jeans, and that is literally all you see wall-to-wall, ceiling to floor. The sales team is a group of street-dressed people who are experts at their merch. You just tell them what you want and wade through the jean sea as they zip back and forth collecting what you want. Its a similar process as you narrow down your search.
In my case, I was experiencing a microcosm of the population explosion crisis. Population butt could not be contained in surface area jeans. Luckily, the "Jeans Jeans Jeans" staff are a well-oiled Chinese one-child policy.
It was great. This is one of the only times I have applied grade ten geography class to my life, and it came about in a pretty roundabout way. But hey, I got a new pair of jeans so I don't hate it!
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