Here's a little story for you...
I recently bought myself a new pair of jeans. (That is NOT me in the picture.)
I'm in this awkward in-between postpartum size right now and between that and the change of seasons I have basically nothing to wear and no desire to buy anything which makes getting dressed every day a real chore. I finally broke down and got a new pair of Gap Long & Lean jeans -- my old standby. I have a pair of these jeans in every size from 8-14 just to cover all the bases in and out of pregnancy and various other bodily fluctuations. These new ones are so comfy -- they feel like wearing butter. But they were too long so I took them to get hemmed.
I took them to the BYU laundry because it's cheap and close. But it is not fast. I waited 10 days for them and was so excited to finally pick them up and wear them today. When I slipped them on they were so soft and stretchy and comfy I was in heaven. The new hem looked good and I tried hard all day to convince myself it was the right length. But finally I had to admit they'd hemmed them too short. How disappointing.
So I took them back and they agreed they were too short and said they'd fix them for free since it was their mistake. I told them I don't care about paying the $6 again, but I just don't want to have to wait another 10 days. Was there any way to get them done faster, I asked. The girl told me about how her boss was sick and they were short staffed and busy and I'm back at the end of the line.
But, she said, maybe if I would make them some cookies, they could get them done sooner.
I laughed.
She did not.
She was dead serious, and proceeded to tell me how and where to drop the cookies off and make sure there's enough for all the seamstresses and make sure the guys in drycleaning don't eat them.
So tonight, I'm baking cookies.
I really need my pants.