We try out Lee slimline. Too baggy. He settles somewhat grudgingly for Levis narrow fit, with a sharp intake of breath required to snap the waistband. (And good luck trying to get anything into those pockets.) But all the time, he's complaining that I won't take him over to the girl's department, where he believes he can find an even tighter pair.
Son, my testosterone may be ebbing with age, but I'm not ready for the last drop to be sucked from my body. Ask your mother.
Besides, I think the only place you're going to find a tighter pair is the paint department of Home Depot.*
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Secundus, on the other hand, has narrowed his choice to six pairs of potentials lined up along the aisle, and proceeds to eliminate them one by one like an axe-murderer in a teenage slasher movie. Because I don't want to spend the night in a department store while he makes his mind up, I let him have both of the two finalists. He then declares his intention to wear one of each to school tomorrow. Well, why not? We've long set a family precedence with mismatched socks. (This started out as a fashion statement by Primus, but has since become a general necessity.)
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Later, we're parked in the A&P parking lot when I point out a passing convertible Mini Cooper with the top down.
Tertius asks me later what happened to the "fold-out" Mini.
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Donald Trump candidacy? Well, after the first black president, why not the first orange president?
(Okay, that joke came to me quite independently this afternoon. But I googled the line and found that three people had already posted it. Facebook's loss is your gain, dear reader.)
*Benjamin Moore 838 Denim Wash. Or 795 Faded Denim.
*Benjamin Moore 838 Denim Wash. Or 795 Faded Denim.
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