A story about stretchy jeans.

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Bill (my husband) and I were going out to do a little shopping.  When we got into our car to leave Bill said, “I sure do like these jeans… they’re kinda stretchy and they are very comfortable”.  I was busy rummaging through my purse looking for a cough drop and I sorta glanced at his jeans and replied, “That’s good dear, I’m glad you like them.”  As I continued to look for my cough drop I thought… “I don’t remember Bill having any stretchy jeans.

When we got to Walmart Bill wanted to go look at something in the electronics section and I wanted to look at the food specials.  As Bill walked away from me I noticed that his jeans were a bit short… it was at that moment that I realized that they were “my” jeans he was wearing!!!!!!!!!!!  I broke out into uncontrollable laughter.  I just couldn’t contain myself!  Bill was far enough away by now that he didn’t notice that it was me laughing but a lot of other customers were staring at me as I continued laugh.

I guess when I did the laundry I mistakenly put my jeans in Bill’s side of the closet.  Anyway I didn’t tell him that he was wearing my jeans until the next day and we both had a good laugh and I told him he could have them after I let the hem down.

The sad part of this story is that I’ve gotten so fat that Bill can fit into my jeans!  I guess I’ll have to start my diet on Monday.

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  • JJ Patton on Jun 14, 2011

    I kept trying to figure out where a man would buy ’stretchy’ jeans! But that explains it! I hope this was a true account. Very funny story.

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