Why is it that I got two different results when I tried them both on?
The tan khakis fit great and I planned to wear them...then I tried on the black pair...which was a bit too snug across the back. Of course I checked again just to make certain that they were both the same and I hadn't developed a weird J Lo bulge and added junk to my trunk in the 30 seconds it took me to switch from one pair to the other.
Nope. Again, both were exactly the same.
So I put on the tan ones again and was ready to set about my day when I looked down to see that the length was...well, a bit long! They were actually halfway under my feet and bunched up around my ankles when I put my shoes on.
I find that odd that no two pants are exactly the same even when the specs are supposed to be exact. Maybe I should start wearing snowflakes because I'd probably get the same result.
Maybe it's better to blame those suddenly nonexistent "inspectors" since I don't find those little tags in clothes anymore.
Damn you, inspector 13!
I think I need a name for Thursday nights at work. Maybe "Half Wit Thursday" or "Simpleton Thursday" will suffice. All the weirdos who aren't Pittsburgh sports fans made an appearance this evening.
I asked the one guy if he had a membership card to save money. He said "No". I then followed up with a query as to whether or not he knew about them. To that, I received no answer. So my natural sarcastic manner took over and I added, "Well since you seem nonplussed about the whole ordeal, I'll take that as a 'No' as well."
He did compliment me on my verbal skills saying that it was a great word. Guess my education wasn't a total waste if I can impress idiots every now and again...
Finally, I was thinking about the amusement park about 10 minutes away from home. It's kind of an old park and I'm still surprised when rollercoaster enthusiasts name two of the rides in the park as part of the top 10 coasters in the U.S.
Anyway, one of the old commercials kept running through my head today...it's a bastardized version of Freddy Cannon's "Palisades Park" that they ran during the latter part of my high school years...
And I thought, "Hey! I never fell in love at Kennywood Park!"
Then I got to thinking about a certain ride that I loved for one particular reason...this is the Jackrabbit and you'll need to pay close attention to the double dip about a minute into the video...
When you hit the second dip, you tend to bounce up in the air, hanging for a moment or two before crashing down back into your seat.
I used to wait until that moment and unbuckle the relatively thin leather strap that keeps you "safe", enjoying the look of sheer terror on the face of the person next to me.
Come to think of it, perhaps that was the reason I never fell in love at Kennywood Park...
...or why no one else would ever go on more than once with me...
Enjoy your Friday everyone!
2 comments:
When I was a teen, I worked for about half a second in a factory that created clothing. I sewed the inside seam up the legs of dress pants. The object was to of course sew those suckers as fast as you can, since we were paid per piece we completed.
My point being: you might have gotten one of the pairs I sewed all those years ago.
Kim :D
Kim,
I'm not wearing a loincloth for god's sake...just pants...how many years has it been? Were people even around at that point? ;)
Just kidding...lol...you know I have to be sarcastic! :D
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