Although it is not self-evident by the state of affairs on the pair of jeans I wore to work today, I have a desk job.
Now, if we had human children and they came home from school wearing a previously clean-off-the-hanger pair of pants that returned home looking like this, I imagine I would launch into a strenuous cross-examination a little something like this:
A: Are these the same pants you left the house in this morning?
A: When you embarked the school bus this morning, did it in fact drive you and
deposit you at the schoolhouse door?
A: Were you required to perform automotive maintenance to earn passage on said school bus?
A: Did I miss the Perry/Lecompton running of the bulls event?
A: Are we preparing for the science fair project where you test the empirical
effectiveness of stain remover products?
A: Was this the day your class took a field trip to the Mammoth tar pits in western Colorado?
A: Did you feel that your mother was requiring job security?
Thankfully, K just gives me that sweet, dimpled smile and pulls some magic
remedy off of the shelf to have me cleaned up and looking presentable in two shakes of a goat's tail.
1 comment:
You forgot, DID YOU LOSE A BET WITH A RHINO?... that was my favorite growing up!
(kidding... I was a very clean lil girl!) Ev.
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