PEALE: COLD POPCORN SUCKS. Where are the stories you promised?
Sorry, dude! I've been busy. Family just came home.
So I got mostly clothes from my in-laws. Among these clothes were two pair of pants. These pants came in a box: a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of black jeans.
On the day I'm due to leave, MIL suggests I try pants on to make sure they fit, and thus if they don't she can get pants that do. I say 'sure' and go find the box they came in, grab what's inside, and go try them on.
Blue jeans fit fine. Hold up the black jeans and...whoa...they seem a little...big. Oh hey, there's the tag...size 18?!? When did they start selling mens jeans in woman's sizes? I realize then that these can't be mine. I figure a little "humor" would be used for my discovery, and we'd have a laugh.
Her: "So, how'd they fit?"
Me: "Well, the blue ones fit okay, but the black ones...small issue."
"What size are they?"
"Heh...they're size 18. (laughing) Either you're trying to send me a subtle message, or the wrong pants got wrapped."
(storm clouds gather) (ah, crap)
"The pants I got you were Carhartt. And they most certainly were MENS pants. Those must be your wifes. She must have put them in your box."
"Okay, I didn't realize someone else was putting their clothes in my box. I'll go check it out."
Sure enough, under some wrapping tissue I find the pair of pants in question. But jeeze...
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