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Carol Perkins: Drop Your Drawers

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By Carol Perkins

You can lead a horse....

I have been telling Guy he needed new jeans for months. Jeans that fit, rather than falling around his ankles when he walked up the basement steps.

"These are fine," he said, "as long as I wear my belt."

I reminded him that someday he was going to the post office and lose his pants because wearing a belt around the house isn't his custom and he forgets. I have seen him walk across the room, raise his arms, and lose his pants. Here goes the story.


We were at the airport on a return trip from Texas. He removed his belt and the change in his pocket and put them on top of my coat on the conveyor belt at the security point. I didn't see him do this, so what followed ended up being my fault.

Once through security (a very rushed procedure), I grabbed my coat (I didn't see a belt), and his change flew on the floor. Strangers started picking up pennies and dimes. Of course, it irritated him that I hadn't seen his change and caused such an uproar in a crowded line. I didn't pay any attention to him.

"Where's my belt?" he said as he took his wallet from the tray.

Like I knew where his belt was. He told the guy at the conveyor belt that HIS belt was missing, but he didn't seem to care as he strolled back to the beginning and said, "No belt here."

It wasn't on the floor either, so we looked and then moved on without his belt to get out of the way. (Somewhere is one of Guy's Christmas presents.)

For the rest of the journey, he held his pants up with one hand.

"People are going to think you have something wrong with your stomach," I laughed.

I do; it's called "upset." F

or the next four hours, except when he sitting, he held onto his jeans with one hand. Pulling his suitcase and holding his pants was worth a picture.

"When we get home, you've got to put those big jeans away and get some new ones before you embarrass yourself."

So far, he's still wearing the jeans and sometimes forgets his belt. I'm waiting for them to hit his knees at the wrong time, and I will have to say, "I told you!"

He put a new meaning into "drop your drawers." (He gave me permission for this story.)


You can contact Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


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