Why Did You Wear Those?
Mrs. C does not always offer advice, if she does not like something, she tends to be silent. I’ve come to understand that no comment when I ask for an opinion means, a strong negative. If not asked an opinion her negative feeling remains hidden…generally.
I do not have the best sense of style and I usually check with my wife before stepping out in public.
“Does this shirt go with the slacks?”
An “It’s fine” response means yes. Never do I get a “you look nice."
I’m good with,
If I fail to ask an opinion, she will not offer it.
Saturday, we went to my grandson’s Pop Warner Football game. There was a fall chill in the air so I decided to wear blue jeans.
I have three pair of blue jeans. A size 40 for my fat years which as I have lost some weight I now can swim in. A size 36 for when I was also 36, but have saved all these years because you never know. Actually, I am currently about 4 pounds away from those pants, but…no. The third pair are size 38 loose fit, which means 38 waist with extra room for the butt. This pair needed an extra notch pull on my belt to keep them from slipping into that young rapper u-trough showing style that so many hoodlums prefer.
I chose the size 38 loose fit.
About half an hour into the drive to the game, I am asked this,
“Why did you wear those jeans, you know they look ridiculous.”
“They’re way too baggy, you look like a clown.”
“Well it’s too late to change them now, why didn’t you tell me that before we left?”
“You didn’t ask.”
“But why tell me now, when it is too late to change? Now I will feel like a clown all day at the game!”
“I just couldn’t keep quiet about it any longer, they are awful!”
“Then you should have told me before!”
“You didn’t ask, and I didn’t want to make you feel bad.”
“So, you waited until it was too late to change to make me feel bad?”
“Yeah, I guess I shouldn’t have said anything, but I just couldn’t stay quiet any longer.”
“Well next time say something while I still have the chance to change, I do have other pants that fit, I didn’t have to wear jeans.”
“Next time ask me.”
“You are something else!”
At the game I asked everyone I met,
“How do you like my new jeans? Karen picked them out!”
Maybe I am a jerk.