But we're not here today to sing the praises of my sweaving, scavenging, mirror-breaking better half. Nope. We're here to discuss his questionable fashion sense. Whoa! I'm not shaming Hick because he's not GQ material. He can hop into his overalls (though I DO prefer that he not wear them backwards like that one morning when he couldn't figure out why it was so hard to fasten those shoulder straps) and lace up his Jed Clampett boots as long as he leaves his straw hat with the green visor brim behind. My issue is with him dressing a bit younger than his age.
Tuesday, Hick
Once I was checked in, waiting for the doomcryer to announce my name to go back for surgery, the full effect of Hick's ensemble hit me.
Have you seen those Kia car commercials with the fat hamsters? That was my first thought. Hick had dressed himself in a pair of baggy cargo shorts, the color best described as canvas watermelon dusty rose. For a shirt, he had chosen a polo with the hue several shades off from the shorts, more like an overly-ripe tomato red. In his mind, and his one good eye, I think the colors matched. His feet were shod with black New Balance running shoes, showing just a bit of white ankle-sock.
He caught me looking at him. I didn't want to disparage my driver to his face. Not before he got me home, all groggy, able to fend for myself.
"What?"
"Oh. Nothing. You just have some crumbs there on your shirt, by the pocket. You must have spilled some of those Ritz Bits crackers that you tilted your head back to swallow while you were driving."
"That? Oh, that's just dry skin. From my beard." Hick brushed off the flakes, then gave his goatee a scruffing, resulting in more flakes, which he again brushed off his chest.
Sometimes, the idea of surgery is not the true horror that consumes one's waiting-room thoughts.
Aaah, to be proud it's dead skin (and apparently an endless supply of it) instead of cracker crumbs...what a happy-go-lucky life men lead.
ReplyDeleteLove that last line. The things you're forced to suffer!
ReplyDeleteI would just be happy to see mine dress in something other than day-glo with reflective stripes. Have to admit, he is easy to locate in a crowd.
ReplyDeleteI don't get it, sounds like appropriate attire to me.
ReplyDeleteI think I find worm paste more appealing than crumbs of beard-skin.
ReplyDeleteSioux,
ReplyDeleteYes, they are like great gamboling Golden Retriever puppies, not a care in the world.
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Stephen,
I am SO put-upon! But enough about me. I must get on with helping Hick navigate the world of socially-acceptableness.
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Kathy,
Great! Yours is easy to spot, and mine leaves a trail suitable for following! We'll never lose them.
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joeh,
Of course it does. My mom warned...I mean...INFORMED...me about you the week before my wedding: "Honey, they're all alike."
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Tammy,
It's not like you're expected to garner sustenance from it. The beard-skin crumbs are more of a fashion accessory.