Some of you may recall a the last time I went clothes shopping. Hi-larious. Anyway, the CFO strongly suggested that we go to the mall yesterday to buy me some new clothes. Her insistence was prompted by an unfortunate view through a rather large hole in a pair of black shorts I was wearing. The view called up memories of the dearly departed Jim Spagg (RIP Jim), whose cable-access show the CFO once accidentally watched for 45 seconds; it scarred her for life. She was adament that those shorts be replaced, and fast.
The CEO hadn’t been to Washington Square in a long time. Every third or fourth store in there now seems to sell faux-skater gear to the kids. I got Jr a pair of Vans so he wouldn’t feel left out. There is only room for one poser in Kjel.org, and I’ve handed that title off to the boy. I bought some adult clothes, shoes and replacement shorts, and now have something to wear besides WSU sweats and old Def Leppard t-shirts. As for my old shorts, they’re well hidden from the CFO; I plan to save them for special occasions.
