Looks like we're in the last
days of short pants wearing season. Even if it drops to sixty degrees I still
wear my shorts, but if it gets much colder I give in. It's just that it is so
much easier when you have to go to the bathroom. Just drop and plop. Seriously,
I like the freedom I feel in shorts without being all bound up in long pants. So
I have a rotation of shorts that I wear all summer long. Only five pair of
shorts that I wear and launder in order. Recently, however, one of my shorts
blew out the zipper beyond repair. That kind of screwed me up and left me with
only four pair to put in rotation. But I made do because I could see the end of
summer coming on fast. And then I popped a button off another pair of shorts,
leaving me with only three pair. This time it caused a complete breakdown of my
laundry/shorts wearing schedule. So I had to take it over to the little tailor
shop around the corner and have the button replaced. I know, why don't I do
that myself? Because there is a little Eastern European lady around the corner
that does it for only two dollars, that's why. Cheap price for sure, but the
only thing is there is another price I had to pay. My self respect. I walked in
and handed my shorts over to the husband and explained that I needed the button
sewed back on. He looked at the shorts, then looked at me, and then looked at
my belly.
"You're getting too fat.
The shorts will be ready tomorrow."
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