The other day I wore a new pair of slacks for the first time. Before too long my friends began to tease me and call me strange names.
Scott: Aaron, you ok? You look a little boxy over there.
Dwayne: He’s right. Pick up the pace, square pants.
With a furrowed, inquisitive brow I shook off their commentary. But a while later I happened to look down at my right thigh to see a five-inch long, translucent sticker with bold, black 32x32s written down the side… my pant size.
I peeled off the sticker with a grin. I had to give it to them, those boys were clever.
Especially for a couple of top-heavy guys wearing triangle pants.
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Good story! from another “square” pants guy (I’d never thought of it that way either!)
Thanks Dave. Here’s to hoping the squareness sticks! If not for chasing birds in the winter I’d probably hibernate and thus triangulate.