A trip to the thrift shop accidentally puts Dan May in touch with his feminine side.
So I was shopping at a thrift store, where, if you happen to be there at the right day and time, you can find some great designer label shirts. It’s hit or miss, but some of my favorite shirts have come from there. People with money will get rid of shirts they’ve worn once and I have no problem with paying $4 for something they paid $80 for. I’ll just wash it and I’ll be good to go.
Anyway, I grab a half dozens shirts from the Men’s XL rack and take them into the dressing room. And it’s my lucky day, because they all fit great and look great. I especially like this forest green one, great fabric and weight. Looks good on me, although there is slightly more fabric around the midsection than I would like. But hey, for $4, I can live with it.
So I gather up the ones I like, and start checking the labels, and when I get to my favorite one, the forest green number, I notice the label doesn’t have a name, it just has one word in capital letters:
OK then. Well, isn’t that special. I look and feel great in a maternity top. Swell. Just absolutely great news. Someone obviously hung this women’s shirt, or blouse, as it were, on the wrong rack.
And I was the unsuspecting victim.
But to be honest with you, I’m very comfortable with my feminine side. For example, just a couple days ago, my wife was taking one of those Facebook quizzes, this one to determine what percentage “Girly” you are. They ask you twenty questions, like whether you prefer pink to green, or whether you like “Little House On The Prairie” better than “The A Team” and that provides them the necessary data to make the determination. So my wife took the quiz and she scored a 33%. She’s 33% “Girly.” And so then I took it.
And I scored a 38%.
Yep, I’m 38% “Girly.” I am 5% more “Girly” than my wife. I guess I’m not surprised, she does the bills and I do the cooking, which in another time, were considered either man or woman’s work. I like to shop and she hates it. I’ve spent more time in ONE day deciding what to wear than she spends in ONE year. And I DO like “Little House On The Prairie” thank you very much. However, this whole maternity top thing is delving into completely new territory.
So, whether I bought the shirt/blouse or not will remain a mystery. I’m not telling. But next time you see me in person, and I’m wearing a green shirt, just ask, and I’ll be happy to show you the label. And while looking good in a maternity top, for some men might be the definition of a bad day, for me it’s not. For me it was a good day. I found some great shirts for a phenomenal price. Yes indeed, it was a good day. A very good day.
Right up until I was walking through the parking lot to get to my car.
And my water broke.