“Is that what you’re wearing?”
What non-metro-sexual husband has never been asked that question by his wife?
Last night was bowling night. Mrs. Cranky leaves for work before I leave for bowling. When I came home she was upset at the shirt I was wearing.
“Is that what you wore to bowling?”
“Yes, why not? I always bowl well with this shirt.”
“It is worn and has holes in the front and back!”
The shirt is a NY Giant jersey. Number 88 with the name “Nicks” on the back. It is so old that I don’t even remember who “Nicks” was. Pretty good receiver I think, but not sure.
Why do wives care so much about what their husbands wear when they go anywhere without them?
This was bowling for criminy sake. Bowlers are not a group of fashion plates. Most bowlers wear an assortment of shirts that say “I’m with stupid” or “I never met a ten pin I didn’t hate.”
Hell, professional bowlers are sponsored by “Odor Eaters” shoe inserts. Do you think “Odor Eater” shoe-insert-people are concerned about the shirt you wear when bowling?
I know this is not just a Mrs. C. issue.
Previous wives have had similar complaints about how I dress when leaving the house alone.
I used to be chastised over wearing a paint stained white tee shirt when I went to “Home Depot.”
If in the middle of doing a chore around the house I needed a #8 hex head wood screw, my wife expected me to go upstairs and change into a nice button down shirt before I left the house.
“In case you run into someone I know.”
“What if I run into someone I know and they want to know why I was wearing a nice button down shirt to buy a #8 hex head wood screw?”
“It’s embarrassing, that’s all.”
“Well being overdressed to buy a #8 hex head wood screw might be embarrassing to me!”
“Nothing embarrasses you!”
I will agree that going some places looking like a slob is a bad idea.
Shopping at Macy’s with a plain, torn, white tee shirt is frowned upon. On the plus side, when I dressed like that at a nice department store, I always got good service.
Store managers would follow me all around the store and often ask if I needed help. No matter how much I declined assistance, they stayed within eyesight to make sure I got excellent service.
Anyway, it is not worth arguing over. From now on I will wear a nice shirt when I bowl. Hopefully I will break-in a new “lucky” shirt.
I will continue to wear an old nasty shirt to “Home Depot.”
Button down clean shirts get no respect at “Home Depot.”