Shore Leave

Vilmos had been staring at the shirts displayed on the rack for a while. By this point, he had consulted numerous employees about his shirt size.
They really didn’t have his size.
With another sigh, he thumbed through the options of various different coloured holiday shirts that were stylized with palm trees and coconuts. Finally resting the palm of his hand on a red and white one, he lifted it off the hangar and read the label on it.
2XL.
Vilmos tried to pull the shirt over his shoulders, feeling the thin-threaded shirt stretch along his back.
“Well, shit.”