Bad things about the university

LadyDianeski
Wed, 03 Jul 2013 14:36:39 +0000

Hah. Yep.

DS just returned from Study Abroad program in Greece. Tatiana, his prof, had told the kids to bring some nice khakis and a decent polo shirt, for the group’s one dinner out at a fairly fancy restaurant.

The polos were no problem. I work for a giant apparel company that specializes in knits (not wovens), and over the years, at various employee sample sales, I have acquired more men’s polos than you can shake a stick at. But DS didn’t have a nice-ish pair of khakis at home. (He’d left most of his clothes in storage in T-Town.) So, I ordered him a new pair of khakis (fairly dressy; no cargo pockets) via Amazon Prime. And, when the khakis arrived, I packed them, still in their Amazon packaging, in DS’s duffel bag.

Fast-forward to his return from Greece.

Mama: “So, did you wear your new khakis to that nice restaurant in Athens?” DS: “What khakis?” Mama: “The ones I packed for you. The new ones.” DS: “Oh, those. Those are still in the package.”

I guess there’s something in the Young Male Brain that prevents 20-year-old guys from figuring out how to remove pants from a package.

Mama: “So, what did you wear to the nice restaurant, then?” DS: “I don’t remember.” Mama: “On second thought…I don’t want to know.”