"I'll go with these," Jerry pointed.
He figured there's no safer option than the piles of t-shirts, shorts, and hats standing before him. Judging by the sheer number of cellophane-wrapped outfits, there was little doubt in Jerry's mind that at least one of these were going to be a perfect fit, right? Surely that would appease the overly-enthused Jim, who was so eager to sell them to him, even offering some very tempting discounts.
Notwithstanding the fact that he wouldn't miss a good offer, Jerry was something of a People-Pleaser; now presented with an offer he couldn't refuse, he took up an assortment of clothes with him to the changing room.
"Take your time," Jim spoke. "All our items are a guaranteed fit!"
With that said, Jerry closed the door to the fitting room behind him. He heaved a sigh and took a closer look at the random selection he had just taken with him: shirts, pants, swimming trunks, caps; a pile of workout clothes that were meant for someone much bigger than him. "Hah... So much for guaranteed fits."
Further inspection made it woefully clear that much of these were either several sizes small - or big - for Jerry. Matter of fact, some of these were meant for children as young as eight and five! But they were no more conspicuous than the ones that looked a bit old-timey, like something reminiscent of what people used to wear in the fifties, some even older.