So today: a deliberate trip to Far East Plaza, where the clothing shop in the basement immediately to the right of the descending escalator opposite Gelare is now officially my favourite place to get jeans in Singapore, because the retail assistant (whom I suspect is also a co-owner or the owner's wife) not only immediately offers genuine assistance when you walk in, but is extremely astute at picking out jean styles and sizes to suit your person as well.
It was pretty much a verbatim repeat of my last visit there:
Woman in the shop: Can I help you? Looking for jeans?The only difference being that I bought two pairs of jeans today, because the woman was so prompt and helpful.
Woman (immediately pulls something off the rack): This is our latest. The cutting is very nice. Want to try?
ME (looks it over briefly): Can I get my size?
Woman (sizing me up, literally): I think this one can fit you. Go and try.
So I do, and the jeans fit perfectly, and five minutes later I walk out of the shop, a happy customer.
The rest of Far East Plaza was a bust. Where has Womb gone?
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