Mission accomplished. Exchanged my jeans with another pair today. The manager I talked to yesterday was not in and some tpwf fuck decided to give me mad attitude. First he couldn't find my size until his more helpful coworker checked the shelf right next to the one the lazy tpwf checked. Then it was a game of 20 questions on how I acquired my jawns. Who keeps receipts for gear that was purchased 6+ months ago? Fucker.