Vilebrequin

(YiHwa… nooooooo)
I’m on my very last shred of patience shopping for men’s swimsuits in February (there are none) and then I stumble past this little store which specialises in just that.
But they’re all so ugly. Disgusting color combinations like pink and yellow with little postcards all over to get that ‘I’ve been to the beach and I’m sending you some postcards theme’.
But that’s tolerable — I’m desperate and they may have some more toned-​down patterns. Now let me just get the attention of the assistant who’s decided that rather than put his phone down and welcome his only customer this week (surely no-​one else was looking in Feb) he’ll carry on his conversation for a few more minutes. Dick.
Okay — here he is. He’s finally done.
«CAN I HELP YOU?»
*his first words coincide exactly with me looking at the price*
~take~ $ 165 ~doubletake~ $ 165 ~tripletake~ $ 165
«ERRR… NO THANKS»
And off I ran.
Summary: insanely & unjustifiably overpriced ugly swim shorts with rude service.