My pants seem to all be wearing in the same spot; just above the rear pocket on the right side. Maybe it's from reaching for my wallet too much, maybe I hike up my jeans too much. It doesn't matter, I just knew I needed some new comfortable, every day jeans and this was my thought as I was in the neighbourhood of a Saint John thrift store, so I took a chance they would have something that fit the bill.
The non-clothing items in second hand stores are always far more interesting than the clothes (maybe that's just a guy thing?), so I perused the books, CDs, games, household items and office supplies and spotted a hard cover journal with a cross and some initials on the front. It was empty and the writer in me can't resist clean new paper for only $1.49, so I tucked it under my arm and headed toward the men's section.
There was actually a large selection of jeans in my side - Gap, Old Navy, American Eagle - I hit the jackpot. I took three pairs and went to the changing room to see if any of these fit and qualified as "comfy." I hate changing rooms and I hate trying on clothes, but it's definitely a necessary evil at a second hand store. My hands were somewhat full and the book was awkward with the pants, so I tucked it under one pair to carry them easier. Inside the fitting room, I set the clothing down and the book slid out.
For some reason my mind pondered the idea of how easy it would be to stealthily sneak that item out of the store without anyone being any wiser. No, I'm not a thief by any means, so my next thought turned to the embarrassment of sitting in court while the crime of stealing a buck-and-a-half item from a thrift store would be read out loud to the judge and anyone else in attendance. It was then that I looked at the book and noticed for the first time the words on the cover, "What would Jesus do?"
I'm not even joking. I tried on the jeans, selected the two that fit best and took them and the book to the cashier and, yes, paid for them. The universe has answers, if you just open yourself to them.