The more things change. . . May 17, 2011Posted by Toy Lady in random stuff, Surly Boy.
The Boy has been laid off twice in the past year – from two different companies, in two different states, no less.
So until he figures out what direction he wants to go, career-wise, he’s found another job – an interim job, if you will. A job that requires “office attire” – long-sleeved shirts with collars, ties, dark socks – you know, the last thing you’d find in the closet of an (unemployed) welder.
He does have a very nice black suit – or maybe I should say “did have.”
Unfortunately, being unused to keeping track of a jacket, he forgot it somewhere on his first day of work. I fear it’s gone for good. He’s still got the pants, though.
And so, I went into “mom” mode last week and picked him up a couple of pairs of pants and a couple of shirts. Nothing too elaborate – I stopped at Walmart on my way home from work one day.
What? He’s 22 – he can buy better stuff when he’s paying for it himself.
Only he wasn’t sure what size – either 34 or 36 waist and 34 length. It varies, evidently. And since I couldn’t find a 36-waist pant that was any longer than 29, well, I went with the 34. And “XL” should be good for shirts.
The pants – too tight. The shirts fit fine, though.
Saturday, I took him with me, and first, we went to the GoodWill store around the corner, where I figured he could get a much better quality of clothes for about the same amount of money.
And we did. A couple of decent pairs of khakis for under $10 a pair, a couple of shirts, also under $10 each, and some nice ties.
Plus, since he was with me, he could try them on.
No, that’s all right. It’s a pain to go to the dressing room and try them on.
So I said, well, at least try the shirts on, over your t-shirt.
They’re fine, Mom. They were in the “extra large” section on the rack, they’ll be fine.
So we went and looked at ties – after all, I got paid this week and I was feeling magnanimous, and I’m sure his lone, solid black tie was getting boring.
I showed him a nice, bright, fun tie.
Eeww, that’s hideous, Mom.
Well, what about this nice, burgundy paisley tie?
And then I noticed a lady in the next aisle browsing with her little boy, having herself a nice chuckle at our conversation.
I suspect my conversation with my 6-foot-3, dreadlocked, pierced and tattooed son sounded more than a little familiar to the mother of a 3-year-old.
I laughed with her for a minute, then I pointed out that this, pointing to my son, used to be that, and pointed to hers.
Yup. I guess it really is true – the more things change, the more they stay the same.