I’m just now beginning to feel normal. John moped around, while I spent a few days depressed, and when he saw me would try to cheer me up with things like, “Do want me send you to a nursing home?’ Then in response to my answering mumble he’d say. “Think about it. They do all the cooking. Its just like Disneyland, but everyday.”
I’d shaken off the depression for a few minutes to catch another segment in John’s interest in Duluth pants. John had spent so much time with a plumper looking for a leak, that never existed, that male bonding took place. John wanted to express his enjoyment through fire hose pants and left a call for his new friend. I caught the strange conversation as the plumber returned his call.
Plumper, “Do you find a leak after all?”
John, “What size pants do you wear?”
Long long silence, then the plumber, “What?” and John repeated the question.                     Then I heard a set of measurement given then and the guy said, “Why?”                        John said he wanted to give him a pair of pants. After all the he, the plumber, never found a leak therefore it was basically a waist of the plumber’s valuable time.                                    “Oh, you don’t have to do that!”                                                                                               To which John said, “I’m a grown up. I can do anything!” Then there was another long silence.
Then John explained the he’s just discovered the glory of fire hose pants and their lifetime guaranty.                                                                                                                                    The socially conscience plumber lost it. Lost his ‘correctness’ that is and practically yelled, “OK!”
Now John’s shown Amy the fire hose commercial on the computer and she’s ordering a pair as a Christmas gift for her husband.  nancymauerman.com