I have felt a little queer this Monday. Stop right there! We had decided what to do today, last night, kind of. We discussed it. I became firmer about it this morning. Let me turn back the clock to two weeks ago.
Myer had Levi jeans on sale for $70, reduced from $100 but not in the style and size I wanted, black, 511s 32 32. I used to know the metric size for my jeans but Australia has gone backwards with metric measurement, thanks to the mighty US of A imperialism. Our jeans used to be marked in metric, as were our tyre pumps. I asked the dedicated Levi salesperson at our department store Myer, staff put in by other companies that have no real knowledge of the store, and cannot help with anything else. No, she said, we don't have that size. Let me check. Yes, there are some ready to be unpacked. Come back in a couple of days. Can I buy them online from Myer? Of course Sir. No, the internet said no. Not in my size. So Myer doesn't have any of the jeans in my size? In its vast empire around Australia.
While I was at work on Saturday, R was in town and checked on my behalf. Still my size was not there.
I went to Myer on Sunday while R was off selling soft drinks at The Block property of the tv show fame in St Kilda, as a fundraiser for his volunteer organisation. We met up after his shift for a sausage in bread from another fundraiser stall. The area was crazily busy, but after our sausage, we found a good coffee place. The staff earlier at Myer were so helpful, but they only have the tools they can work with. The cute young man behind the counter checked, two pair available. Ah, he said, they must be in the delivery dock and may not be unpacked for two days. He then went off to look at shelves. I have no complaint with the staff at Myer. They are always so helpful, when you can find one. He ran into the same Levi lass who a couple of weeks ago I saw. She told him what she told me a couple of weeks ago. That size is in the delivery dock, ready to be unpacked. I say, damn you Myer. It is not your staff that are wanting. It is your organisation.
With nothing planned this Monday I typed 'cheap Levi jeans Melbourne' into the mega search engine. Ok, DFO (direct factory outlet) at South Wharf and at Waterfront City.
We caught the tram to the DFO, I waved towards Ad Rad's apartment building just in case he was out on his balcony and watching passengers alighting from the City Circle tram.
Plan A was the Levi store at DFO, brunch and then home. Plan B was DFO, Waterfront City, brunch, Levi store, Would you believe that at the first DFO I bought the right jeans for $10 less than Myer had them on special, $60. I get annoyed as I know what a cheap price you people in the US pay for Levi jeans.
We had a nice brunch at the Boat Builders Yard. The weather was divine. I savoured the hipster options, smashed avocado or tatties with pulled pork, and chose the latter.
Once home, I spent an hour online and on the phone renewing our electricity contract. I have done something I have never done before, given a company the right to direct deduct from my bank account. What is your electricity tariff? 17.6 per kw/h is ours? Supply charge, the same, per day. You really don't want to know about me downloading a csv file, then uploading it to another website, and then being full of knowledge, pressing points to the lass on the phone. She eventually came through, and we now have a good deal.
I did not know there was a gay rainbow crossing in Fitzroy Street, St Kilda.
Jim Stynes was an Aussie Rules football champion who died of cancer at a quite young age. This walking and cycling bridge is named after him.
I don't think I will ever see the Yarra River blue, but it is the river we have. Red is always good, hey. Do I see Queen Vic somewhere?