So Herman gets this job as a newspaper reporter. And he has to wear nicer clothes than just jeans and T-shirts. So what does Herman do? He goes to Wal-Mart and comes home with some really awful stuff.
I’M like, “That stuff is awful. Why did you buy it? He says he thought they were nice enough for work, so he bought them. Well, let me tell you; one pair of pants he came home with were double knit polyester in Navy bue. To make matters worse, he also picked up a gray pair of slacks that looked like sharkskin and some shirts that were ok. Kind of.
Do you guys remember leisure suits from back in the ‘70’s? Well, that’s what his slacks brought to mind when I saw them. I told him I wouldn’t be seen in public with him if he wore those clothes. Both my Mom and Terry were horrified that I let him go shopping alone. That was my mistake.
I quickly remedied the problem by going with Terry to Peeble’s Department Store in Johnstown. I got him for pair of trousers, six shirts and five ties.
He liked everything I got him, so I went back the following week to buy him some shoes. Turns out, the shoes were too small. And against my better judgment I let him go alone to the store to exchange them. I had given him strict instructions to get the same style shoes in a larger size. As it turns out, there was only one pair in the same style with a larger size. He couldn’t get the other loafers larger. He tells me he went up to the girtls in the shoe department with some lace-up shoes and asked if he’d get yelled at when he got home. Evidently the girls thought that was hilarious.
Now he looks good everyday when he leaves for work. He often tells me that I know nothing about motorcycles and cars and he knows nothing about fashion. He’s right about that much at least.