At the the end of the last basketball season, one of my high school players gave me some shorts as a gift. It was still winter when I got them, so I didn't wear them for a couple of months.
Later, on a warm spring day, I put them on and went shopping. My first stop was Target.
As I entered the store, the alarm sounded. I looked around and noticed a shopper going out of the store. I simply thought that a checker had forgotten to remove a sensor from some merchandise the shopper had purchased and continued into the store. A few minutes later, unable to find what I was looking for, I left. As I exited the store the alarm went off again. There was no one else going in or out, so it had to be me that set it off. A couple of people looked at me suspiciously. I raised my hands in mock surrender, spun around and walked on.
As I walked, I felt around in my pockets to see if there was anything in them that didn't belong there. Nothing.
I continued my shopping trip. I stopped at Borders, Best Buy and Orchard Supply Hardware. At each stop, I set off alarms. It was becoming embarrassing. I thought about going home, but I needed to find a gift for my brother. So, I continued my trip and went to Circuit City.
Circuit City had a greeter who was handing out their weekly ad to everyone entering the store. She'd started her greeting to me, "Hi, welcome to Circuit...", when the alarm went off. She smiled uncertainly at me.
"I've been doing that all day," I said. "I don't know why."
The greeter looked me up and down, then asked, "where did you get your pants?"
"They were a gift," I answered.
"I'll bet they came from Old Navy," said the greeter. "Old Navy sews tags into their pants that you have to cut out before your wear them. Go home and check it out."
I did, and there was.
So, if you ever get pants from Old Navy, save yourself some embarrassment and remove the tag. Here's what it looks like:
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