Opening the shiny black box the smell of the ocean fills your nostrils. At first its too overwhelming and you go to place the lid back on the box, but then it suddenly seems to subside and become tolerable. Placing the top of the box on the coffee table you peel off the slightly damp tissue paper revealing a black short sleeve wet-suit with a small pink lines making up the trim.
Picking up the suit watter drips off it into the floor. Bringing it to your face you smell it and as you expected it smells like salt water.
"Great some one gave me a used wet-suit" you glance at the tag indicating the size