Perils of shopping in China

I walked into the Gap on West Nanjing Road before meeting a girlfriend for dinner and started thumbing through a stack of khaki-colored short shorts.

Sales lady: Miss, how big are you looking for?

Me: Ugh, probably too big.

She laughs and pulls the biggest size they have out of the pile (which is, wait for it, a whopping size 6).

I head for the dressing room and pull 'em on - wondering if shorts a la sausage casings will ever be all the rage.

Looks like I'll be wearing skirts come summer.