The Perfect Pair of Pants

I'm both extremely delighted and thoroughly ticked off.  I finally found the perfect pair of pants.

In my closet.

I bought them about 2 years ago and never wore them.  They were a purchase mistake - I picked a few pair of black pants off of the sale rack at a store, thinking they were all the same style.  When I got home and and hung them up, I realized that one pair was a different cut. 

Tried them on, they were a bit snug, shall we say? 

I hung them in the back of the closet, hoping to get into them.  Eventually.  And that, shall we say, was that.

This morning, I went to get dressed, and realized that I didn't have a pair of pants I wanted to wear.  The only clean ones were too big in the waistband and I couldn't walk around all day pulling them up like a little kid.  More in desperation than any real expectation that I'd find anything in the back of the closet, I pushed aside a bunch of summer clothes and spyed a pair of black pants.  As soon as I took them off the hanger, I remembered that these were way too tight for self-respect or comfort, but since I've lost a few pounds, I had a slight hope that they'd fit. 

And they did.  Perfectly.

So, why am I pissed?  I can't buy another pair of them.  These are at least two years old, and on deep clearence when I bought them - the price was $9.97, marked Final Sale/No Returns.

Oh well, sometimes I can't win for losing.