When I was in Hanoi, I needed a second pair of jeans for my six day motorcycle trip through NE Vietnam. Women clothing sizes don't go past a 2 over there. So my quest for something that would fit landed me in a men's clothing store. The woman sales clerk, whose head didn't quite arrive mid way up my arm, only knew a couple of English words. One was "man" and the other "no-no". She lost her breath laughing at me while I tried on several pairs of men's jeans all the while shaking her hand from side to side saying, "No-no" trying to enlighten me by pointing out the jeans were for a man. I give her credit for containing her laughter to a mere giggle when it came time to ring me up. I was thrilled to find a pair that I could actually zip up and that went past my shin bone.