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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