I’ve known about an upcoming wedding for about a year. I should feel great for them but for my own selfish reasons…this is bad news! At one point in my life, I weighed around 4 bills. I got married and eventually lost weight. Proud, I picked this time to buy a new suit. This is my ONLY suit. Thanks to being locked down and lack of exercise, my pants are a little tight! What’s the old joke, these pants remind me of a cheap resort. No ballroom.
For the past year I have been watching what I eat, riding the Peloton and I quit candy. With a month to go before the wedding I tried on the pants. They were still too damn tight! What do I have to do, starve?! I just want to live! Why did I buy these fucking pants at my lowest ever weight? WHY!?
Here are my options: Buy a new suit, lose weight or get my pants let out. Buying a new suit is out of the question and would raise a lot of red flags. Cara would know I gave up. I could lose weight but that’s what I’ve been trying to do for a year! Maybe I could take my pants to the dry cleaner and have them let out. I won’t tell Cara, because, why?
I took them in and the nice lady informed me she can only let them out an inch. Doesn’t seem like enough but I need all the help I can get. Ok, I said, let’s do it! Later that day Cara brought in some shirts to get dry cleaned. I know what you’re saying, “seriously?!” Yes, seriously. Cara gave her name, the dry cleaner looked up her account and saw that something was dropped off earlier. That conversation went something like this, “Oh, I see you dropped something off earlier today. Dry cleaning a suit and letting the waist out.” WTF?! Isn’t there any dry cleaner/customer confidentially?! So Cara took that info in and held on to it.
That night we’re cooking dinner, making small talk and then she says, “So, you’re getting your pants let out?” DAMN! STONE COLD BUSTED! She got me so good! It’s almost always better not to lie to your wife. I’m currently in the market for a not-so-chatty dry cleaner.