The Skinny Shirt (or Pants)
Yesterday, my neighbor’s son-in-law saw me helping the kids in cul-de-sac with the basketball hoop (that we’ve borrowed from another neighbor and pressed into service) and commented that I’d lost weight since he’d seen me last. And asked immediately whether it was diet or stress that caused it. The problem here is that I have lost maybe 4 pounds at the most in the last month or two so the difference should not be visible. Thinking back on it, a more smart remark would have been that it was some rare sickness caused by secondhand smoke (the whole family over there are big-time smokers). But since I couldn’t honestly say that I had been dieting very seriously, I had to answer, “… must be the stress.”
Now obviously, what’s more likely is that either the last outfit I’d worn when he’d seen me made me look really fat or the outfit I wore yesterday made me look skinnier. Based on that fact, I’d have to say that the shirt from yesterday will now be referred to (by me) as my “skinny shirt”. If only I knew what my “fat shirt” was I’d be sure not to wear it again.