this is the prequel to “How a Rip in My Pants Made Me Human again”
It is a constant chore through each and every hour of each and every day to maintain the viability and positioning of the buttons on my shirt. The button that bothers me most, probably undeservedly, is the button directly above the zipper on my work slacks. In reality I’ve never had a real disaster concerning this pant button. It is on my mind continually though, during my long hours of work and travel. Theoretically this pant button could present quite a problem should it pop. And I suppose this possibility is the stuff nightmares are made of.
If you saw me walk, yeah, you’d say I put on too much weight. I’m in a constant search for good buys on men’s ‘Big and Tall’ shirts. A good dress shirt hides two or three buttons tailored into the very bottom of the shirt in a discrete manner. But in case of…
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