Slipping on a pair of blue pants this morning, I found to my surprise that they were at least three sizes too large. Oh my God! I've lost 20 pounds in my sleep! How can it be? I mean, not that I couldn't stand to lose some weight. I just didn't know it could be so easy. I was actually feeling kind of good about this, searching about for a belt that could be drawn tight enough to secure the waist, but given that the amazing pants fell down around my ankles every time I took a step in one direction or another, I realized that this was not going to work.
I then remembered another pair of blue pants that I had gotten at the same time as this amazing pair and determined to try those on for comparison.
Well how about that? They fit just the like any other pair of pants in my closet, blue or otherwise.
Is there a fat person living in my house without my being aware? Or is there a fat person who comes and goes while I am out somewhere and has left his pants behind on some occasion.
Don't you just love a mystery?
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For those who don't, it became clear to me after the passage of an absurd amount of time that the ironing service my maid uses had given her someone else's pair of blue pants, who is perhaps even now struggling into a pair of pants three sizes too small for him and wondering how in the world he had gained so much weight in one night!
1 comment:
I asked myself similar questions after every time I handed my clothes to a laundry in Indonesia.
Does this t-shirt really belong. to me? Where is my favorite grey-t-shirt and didńt I hand in more
underpants?
To indonesian people it seems to be some kind of cloths-swapping, haha
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