Eddie has been gone for a few weeks while I have been in New York wrapping things up, but he recently got back and I went to go pick him up at the location where he parked the truck.
I pull up, excited to see him, and watch as he gets out of the truck and walks over to me. He looks SO cute and has a big grin on his face. I know he missed me while he was gone because he told me oh, like a thousand times.
But as I walked toward him, I noticed the strange outfit he was wearing. He had on his American Tile West (my brother's company) jacket with a brown t-shirt hanging out of the bottom, black sweatpants that had a white stripe on the side, white socks and black slip on shoes.
I was thinking it was kind of weird that I could see his white socks and as he came closer, I was able to see that his pants were really short.
"WHAT are you wearing??" I said.
"I don't know. Pants. Why?"
"Ed. Those are my capri pants. Why are you wearing my pants??"
"I don't know" he says laughing, "What's wrong with them?"
"Well, for one, they are entirely too short. Did you NOT notice that??"
"And two, the are entirely too big on you. Didn't you notice that they were kind of baggy and just too big??"
"Well yeah, but I thought you bought the wrong size."
"OK, but didn't you realize how SHORT they are? I mean, they're capri's!"
Now he's really laughing and said, "I don't even know what that means, capri, but I did think the material was a little thin. When I was unloading this morning, my ass was frozen after standing in the wind for so long."
"That's because not only are they capri's, they are summer capri's! Serves you right. I hope your ass was a block of ice." He just laughed.
I said, "You are such a dork. I cannot believe that you actually went to see a customer and unloaded your truck wearing those things!"
At this point, he was clearly entertained by my reaction and could not stop grinning. We were going out to dinner, so I promptly made him change into his own clothes and thought to myself that I should probably Garanimalize his clothing the next time he goes on the road without me.
After all, I really don't want to have to ship him off to his own island solely based on peculiar clothing choices.