Black Belt

I gotta say, and I’m a little ashamed to do so, but all this JonBenet upheaval is bringing up some really difficult feelings. This is hard, but . . . y’see, I have this . . . black belt. And I can’t wear it anymore.

It started a few weeks ago, some time after I purchased the belt (used) at a thrift store. I’d been trying to find a narrow black belt to wear with dress pants to work, where most people wear shorts and flip flops and tight tops with no bras. Anyway, I showed up at my daughter’s preschool to pick her up and, well, my belt was undone. Which I discovered rather conspicuously in front of some other child’s mother. There is some strange law of physics at work here, wherein the belt-hole-metal-thingy can slip BACKWARDS through the buckle and just come open. Some part of this has to do with me having the belt too tight, I’m sure. And some part has resulted in me looking like a child molester.

I hope I see that woman next Wednesday at the PTO meeting. I’ll be sure to wear my special belt.*

* No, I’m just kidding. That belt is being retired.

Posted by Scott-san on 08/19 at 09:43 PM
 
  1. LMAO!

    It’d be even funnier if you weren’t such a perv to begin with…

    Posted by melman  on  08/25  at  02:59 PM
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