I have a dear friend who is an extremely proper English gentleman whom it is one of my delights to torment by sharing with him in excruciating precision the more tedious details of my life’s somewhat impressively boring daily activities.
He is a particularly proper sort of person, Ruth, and the expression on his face was something to behold. And I didn't even know why! Glad you liked the story anyway ...
Love this! I can totally imagine his face and reaction. I did a similar thing when I shared with a whole group of new British friends on a sailing trip that, with the cooler weather, I was so pleased I'd bought myself a new pair of fleece-lined pants with zippered pockets. I couldn't understand why they all looked at me funny.
Oh, Sheena, please tell me your friend has a partner called Lou! Mr. Los Angeles once had a Vietnamese colleague whose name I can't even write down, who quite admirably refused to change it because, he said, his name was all he had been able to bring with him when he left his home, and how it struck Western ears was their problem, not his. And good for him ... although it did lead to some ... interesting ... conversations ...
I'm sure it often is, Steve, but would have you know that this string was specifically installed, with a little knot at each end so that it didn't disappear into the hemline. It was comfortable, effective, and could hold up its head in the finest company.
Loved this one! As I have lived here now for 40 years, I am also accustomed to saying pants vs. trousers!
The thoughts that went through your friend’s mind are hilarious to imagine!
Well done Gabrielle! Great read!
He is a particularly proper sort of person, Ruth, and the expression on his face was something to behold. And I didn't even know why! Glad you liked the story anyway ...
Draw string pants? Isn’t that when the elastic finally goes on your undercrackers?
Love this! I can totally imagine his face and reaction. I did a similar thing when I shared with a whole group of new British friends on a sailing trip that, with the cooler weather, I was so pleased I'd bought myself a new pair of fleece-lined pants with zippered pockets. I couldn't understand why they all looked at me funny.
Great article and so funny!
I particularly like the part about the zippered pockets, Marianne. What on earth were they imagining? Glad you liked the post, friend ...
I have a friend called Jax (not on here) - I needn't tell you how that goes down in Ireland.....
Oh, Sheena, please tell me your friend has a partner called Lou! Mr. Los Angeles once had a Vietnamese colleague whose name I can't even write down, who quite admirably refused to change it because, he said, his name was all he had been able to bring with him when he left his home, and how it struck Western ears was their problem, not his. And good for him ... although it did lead to some ... interesting ... conversations ...
Too funny! As I was reading, I was very puzzled as to why your friend was so affronted.
So was I, Kristi! Glad it amused you anyway ...
Blush, blush 😁
So sorry to have offended your convent girl ears, Clare! Have a smelling salt and you'll soon feel better ...
I'm sure it often is, Steve, but would have you know that this string was specifically installed, with a little knot at each end so that it didn't disappear into the hemline. It was comfortable, effective, and could hold up its head in the finest company.