We were on a mission to buy my husband some black pants. And have you seen the men’s formal pants section? Gawd, it’s just rows and rows and ROWS of blaaaaaaaaaack, greeeeeeeeey, naaaaaaaaaavy, brooooooooown. No wonder men hate shopping. It was so boring. I was the one standing around twiddling my fingers, tapping my toes, looking at my watch, discretely checking out the other guys looking at pants, and going “Come on already! They’re pants! They’re black! Let’s get outa here!”.