Once upon a time, there was a brand-new pair of khakis. They were happy and clean, and went to exciting places like Olive Garden, and Church, and Family Dinners. Then one day, the busy man who wore the khakis, took them to work. The End.
Josh came home today looking like this. He told me he'd had to work in the fuel tank of an airplane all day, thus bringing about the ultimate ruining of this once-good-looking pair of pants.
4 comments:
Oh, my. That is a very sad ending to that tale. So why was he wearing a good pair of pants to work?
Sounds like Aaron and his perfectly good long sleeved shirts. (which are now non-existant). He holds the cuff as he puts his elbows on a table (or counter or desk) and ends up with a hole in the elbow. So I have cut 3 shirts to short sleeved and have two to go...what a pain!
He said he didn't have anything else to wear, but I know for a fact that he only wears his jeans to work even though he had uniform pants. He doesn't like wearing them, says they're too slippery when he's on the planes.
You got to love him! I ending up washing ripped clothes and don't know it and Eddie will tell me he has no work clothes, but he won't wear his good pants to work.
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