Just another day, I am standing in an upstairs bedroom getting ready for my grandmother's funeral in Las Vegas.  It's a dreary overcast day, very abnormal for Las Vegas, even in the month of February.  Just another day I think to myself as I pull out my black suit that I bought just after I graduated college in 2000.  I lay it on the bed and put on an undershirt, black socks, etc... reach for the pair of slacks and start my legs through, one by one.  As I pull up the pants, they feel a little tight... hmmm did they shrink?  Can clothes shrink at the dry cleaners?  Certainly not, I pull them up around my waist, grabbing both sides pulling them in towards each other to clasp the button. Unsuccessful, I look down and realize this isn't going to happen.  The pants are simply to small, a once 32 inch waist, is now maybe 36 inches, maybe 37.  Panicking I think of about my options.  I did not pack two suits, I did not pack an extra pair of pants, I am screwed. 

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