Unless the weather channel is predicting a hard freeze, Clyde wears shorts everywhere every day, except when I invoke the You Must Wear Pants rule. And since his preferred shopping strategy is to buy a whole bunch of whatever he needs all at once to avoid having to shop again any time soon, the Shorts Shopping Extravaganza happened last weekend.
Saleswoman: Sir, can I help you find something?
Clyde: I need some new shorts.
Saleswoman: Any particular kind? How about a khaki chino?
Clyde: A what?
Saleswoman: A khaki chino.
Clyde: Um...No thanks.
After she walks away, Clyde turns to me and says: Why did she just ask me if I wanted a coffee drink?
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