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Work Shirts
            Yesterday Adam came home from work with an arm full of shirts. He smiled as he explained that his boss had given out company shirts at their meeting that day. As he showed me his shirts I noticed a pink one in the pile. He picked it up and explained that his boss had also given the wives shirts to spread the companies name.
            "I hope it fits," Adam said with a nervous smile. I held the shirt up to myself and smiled.
            "Looks like it will fit fine." I said.
            "Good," Adam replied, "Because it is not easy to pick a shirt for your wife."
            I gave him an inquiring look so he continued.
            "Well, first off. We forget how… small… you are compared to us." He said. I smiled inwardly as I noticed him stepping carefully around each word, touchy subject, I thought, lots of landmines. But all I said was 'Yes…" So he continued.
            "On top of that, it's much more dangerous if we mess up. You should have seen the anxiety attacks all the guys were having over picking a shirt for their wife." I lifted my eyebrows but said nothing. "To us," he went on, "even the large shirts looked little but giving your wife a large when she is only a medium will make her think you think she is fat." I nodded in agreement. "At the same time," he went on, "If you get her a medium and she wears a large, she will start to think she is fat." I nodded again, looking down at my shirt. Medium, hmmm. I looked up at Adam with my best –you're-in-trouble- smile. "I wear a small." I said curtly. He pulled the corners of his lips down then quickly spoke, "Tyler said the shirts will shrink…" he said.
            "Really?" I said, tilting my head to one side. I then walked to the laundry room and put the shirt in the pile of dirty clothes. "I suppose we shall see." I said.

            Authors note: I changed this story slightly to illustrate the main idea. Adam did come home with shirts and mine was a medium but it just fits a little loose and looks fine. I didn't put it in the laundry because it was clean. We did have a conversation about guys picking shirts for their wives and Adam had me laughing pretty hard when he explained each of his co-workers trying to remember what size their wife wore. Just a funny little tale, tell me what you think. =)

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  1. BenjaminDecember 3, 2013 at 7:37 AM

    Hahaha! It's great! I hope you do more like this.

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    1. Melissa FranciscoDecember 3, 2013 at 4:26 PM

      Thanks Ben, I probably will. Its more relaxing this way.

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