With all that brief paperwork done, Jim walks back into view -- carrying with him a boatload of outfits so huge that it was practically blocking his view, forcing him to bumble his way in. The man heaved a sigh as he placed the pile of clothes on an adjacent bench; Jim, with an expression bordering on smug, turned to motion towards the outfits.
"Well, then, Jerry," he spoke. "Let's get you suited up, shall we?"
And you were certainly more than happy to oblige; however, upon further inspection, one thing became clear -- some of these outfits were definitely geared towards all sorts of body sizes, ages, and demographics that you'd almost question this lonesome businessman's sanity. For one, there were piles that were clearly meant for much larger men of the athletic kind. Oh, and speaking of athletic, some were - to put it mildly - a bit undersized, like the little league baseball uniforms, or if you're really nostalgic, you had your choice of boy scout uniforms, and even some casual outfits whereas others were certainly more on the formal side, like something a business-savvy type might wear. Shockingly enough, some of these outfits were quite diverse in the cultural department too, you could see a host of cultural and traditional outfits from all around the world! Talk about choice overload.
Well, whatever your choice, you were gonna have to test out how "life-changing" those clothes were in the fitting room.
"So, dear customer, what's it gonna be?"