Showing posts with label childish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childish. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Childish Again

I have posted in the past about bringing clothing that belonged to my children (socks, underpants) into work instead of my own stuff. Those incidents were accidental. Now I have started taking their stuff on purpose...
 
 
 
 My Left Foot - no, not that My Left Foot; My Left Foot.
 
Allow me to explain. If you have children who play organized soccer, you may well have found yourself with a rather large supply of soccer socks, your children having been issued them in year after year of playing. Strangely, those soccer socks, although intended for the children, are usually big enough to fit me quite nicely. I wear them under my long work pants, of course. They are comfortable, breathe very well and are a nice dark black colour. They even feel good on my legs, like girdles for my calves!
 
Hey, wait just one damn minute... have I started wearing black knee-high support hose? Crap! They're just my kids' soccer socks, dammit! I swear!
 
 
I will not be this now, at the age of 43. No way. Maybe later. Maybe.
 
 
 
Forget that, man. Those socks are going back into the kids' clothes. As far as you know, anyway.
 
 
Yer Pal, R A N T W I C K