Does the man in your life have an unnatural attachment to his clothes? If Doug is anywhere near normal, (which may be a stretch since we all know he can be a hoarder), he holds onto his clothes like grim death, even the underwear. By the time I’m finally allowed to throw a pair of his undies away, they look like they’ve been through a wood chipper or attacked by plague of boll weevils. They look moth eaten; and they’re not wool! One pair had so many holes I’m not even sure how the fabric was still able to hold together in a solid state. It was approaching a mesh-like appearance! I’ve asked a few of my female friends about this. They’ve confirmed their significant others also have an almost unnatural attachment to their undies, be they tighty whities or boxers. I wonder does one pair of men’s undies actually feel strikingly different from another if they’re the same style, brand and size?
When I was growing up my dad had a pair of shoes that he absolutely loved. He only wore them on the weekends. (They were probably Hush Puppies if I had to hazard a guess.) He wore them out; they should’ve been thrown away; but he just wouldn’t let them go.
Remember back in the day when the opening of a mall was a big deal? (This must’ve been in the mid-60′s. )We were going to the opening day of Sharpstown Mall in Houston on a Saturday. Daddy was determined to wear those shoes. So we piled into the Rambler, my mother complaining about those shoes the whole time, and went to the mall. After we got there, my dad confidently led the way into the mall with the soles of his shoes just flapping away as he walked. He was completely unconcerned with how he appeared to others. My mother followed about 6 feet behind, totally mortified. (Frankly, I’m surprised that she went at all.) As I recall an argument ensued on the way home. Men and their clothes- go figure.
