Husband ran a lot of errands the other day. One was to pick up some special vitamins I take. He does this every couple of months, so he's quite chummy with the receptionist.
He informed her he'd purchased a new flannel shirt for walking in the woods, and was sure it made him look very masculine. He always jokes with her this way, since he's old enough to be her pa.
He brought the shirt home and it does, indeed, look 'masculine'. It's that dark, bold black and red checked number that hunters wear. Husband is a hunter, all right. He hunts for keys, glasses, important papers, and anything else he just laid down.
He says he bought this shirt for walking in the woods with the dog so he doesn't get shot, which is a good idea.
So, he puts the shirt on this morning. "This is an extra large," he says, "It fits okay, but I just have a massive upper body."
Later: "I haven't worked out in a while, but the sleeves are really tight across my biceps."
Later: "I'm having trouble buttoning this shirt. They have put the buttons on the wrong side of this shirt!"
Turns out it's a woman's shirt.
You just can't make this stuff up.
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