For those of you who read my “Do I Need A Keeper?” article, you know that I started to write about myself, but couldn’t remember what I was going to write so I changed the focus to a name-less niece of mine who drove through a Wendy’s drive-thru, thinking all along that she was at Hardee’s.
Well, that name-less niece emailed me to let me know that she had read my article, at the same time “thanking” me for not telling another, much funnier story about her. Whoa! The only reason I hadn’t written that story was that I had forgotten about it. So with the friendly reminder, here goes:
Now, let me say first, this nameless niece is a real go-getter. In addition to working two jobs, she is a wife, a mother, a grandmother, is active in several civic organizations, involved in her church, is dealing with some health issues with several of her family members,and has taken so many long distance trips lately that she should have chronic jet lag.
Get the picture? She’s busy!
One morning recently, she dragged herself out of bed at some ungodly hour, and attempted to start her day. She went to the closet trying to find something to wear to work when she ran across a pair of black slacks, still in the plastic from the dry cleaners.
She ripped off the plastic and stepped into the slacks and voilÃ , they fit, even felt good. She couldn’t really remember this particular pair of pants and figured she must have not worn them in a long time.
As the day wore on, the slacks felt really comfortable. At one point, she slipped her hands into her pockets, and thought, wow! Really really deep pockets! It was then she realized that these were not her slacks. The dry cleaners must have mixed up her slacks with someone else’s. Oh, well, they were hers now, they were extremely comfortable and she was happy with this mix-up.
That night, after a totally exhausting day, my niece was finally ready to get on some comfy PJ’s and relax. As she awkwardly fumbled with the zipper on her new slacks, a zipper that seemed absolutely backward, the proverbial light bulb went off!
She had worn her husband’s pants to work!
When I first heard this story, I laughed hysterically. Finally, after getting it under control, my second round of belly laughs erupted again as I wondered what her husband wore to work that day.
Right now, I am laughing again. So thanks a bunch for reminding me of the funny story, Cindy! Oops!