I know, I know, women always like to shop! Not this one! I had to find a pair of Dockers (or something similar) to match a specific shirt I must wear today for a function at work. This shirt had to be designed by someone who is very ignorant about colors; NO ONE makes slacks/pants in a color to match this thing! BUT, after an hour of pawing through every rack of slacks in the store, I spied a pair on a mannequin that just might work! Now, are they in my size? Good Lord, I'm in luck! Now to get the pants off of the mannequin. Do you realize there is an art to taking a mannequin apart? Not mention the funny looks from other customers you get, you also get the attention of a sales clerk (NOW you know how to find someone to help you!). After disassembling the plastic woman, I take the pants into the fitting room and try them on; oh god, THEY FIT!! I'm in heaven! So, let's get street clothes back on and get the hell outta here! But NO, that isn't gonna happen! The zipper in my trusty old jeans took its last zip in the changing room. Oh Lord, what the crap am I going to do now?? Okay, this can't be too bad, step outside and ask the woman who helped me disassemble the plastic woman if I can pay for the pants and wear them out of the store. Oh, but she doesn't have access to a cash register; but I'll call someone who does, she whispers. After thinking I was going to have to start undressing another mannequin, someone arrives; I pay for the pants, go back into the dressing room and put them on. They look so lovely with my tee shirt and tennis shoes, but who cares? Not me at this point! That's why I hate to shop!