I admit this is a strange subject to tackle, but it’s true. Every word of it.
My sweet spouse of almost fifty years bought some shorts that tie in the front. If you ask me, I’d say they resemble swimming trunks. Well, he decided to wear them to play golf. I don’t get out on the course much, so who am I to question what he wears?
When he returned, he described how he and his buddy Ken both shot well that day. When we finished dinner that night, he decided to take a shower. After a few minutes, he walked out of the bathroom still in his clothes and told me he was trapped in his pants.
I shook my head to clear my ears. I wasn’t sure he’d said what I thought he’d said. “Trapped in your pants?” I repeated.
“Yeah. Look at the ties on these shorts. They’re in a knot and I can’t get out of them to take a shower.”
I offered to help, but he said that was okay. He had the solution. He went upstairs to his office to find his letter opener. Somehow, he managed to untie the knot and shed the pants to take a shower. I didn’t follow him up so I can’t really explain how he used the letter opener to do the job.