Hello to all,
I am an old-school type of guy. This means I have pockets and know how to use them. If an item doesn’t fit in my pocket, I don’t need it. Keys on a ring, wallet, knife, and other essentials all fit into my pockets. My shirt pocket has always carried a pen since becoming a manager over forty years ago. (How nerdy is that!) Everything required to navigate life leaves the house with me every morning, stuffed into one pocket or another.
The world sees me as a lumpy mess. Most men, especially us older gents, don’t mind this description of our appearance. It is the reason cargo pants have become popular in recent years. Our clothes are built for comfort and convenience. I doubt you will ever spot us on the cover of GQ or modeling for advertisement on the internet. We usually have a dad-bod under the clothes, completing the image of the modern American father with all the trappings.
It seems women don’t like objects in their pockets. I don’t know if it looks or how it feels, but their pockets remain empty. Their dresses rarely have pockets; when they do, they are only deep enough to sink their hands into them in times of distress. Women also complain about the pockets in their jeans being too small. If they were bigger, most women wouldn’t put anything in them because it would ruin the aesthetic appeal of their outfit.
I used to leave my pants at the end of the day next to the bed for convenience. Then, I got married, and this habit became problematic. We have two clothes baskets in our room, one for underwear and the other for used clothes. Today, I leave my dirty pants, with the belt and all the essentials in the pockets, on top of the unclean garments. The next morning, while getting dressed, I removed the belt from the sullied loops and attached it to the clean pants around my waist. Everything in the worn front right pocket comes out and goes into the freshly laundered front right pocket. I methodically work each pocket until the mucky pants are empty and the spotless pants become a lumpy mess. The used pants add to the growing collection of soiled clothes, and I leave the house without missing anything I need for the day.
Tammy is happy because my pants are not in the middle of the floor, and I am content to keep my routine of having everything where it belongs.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
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