Vern told me that I needed to check out the latest clothing closet donations. They have some pants that ought to fit me, so I stopped by while I was on that side of town. Sure enough, right by the front door was a rack of men's pants, and sure enough, I found some that fit. The pants I was wearing were pretty dirty (I think they were well into week two of daily wear), so I changed into a pair of my "new" work jeans. I was really happy with my new jeans. They fit well, my style (if I have one)... they promised to be my new favorite jeans.
After a couple hours, I noticed the right pocket rim was frayed in the same place I always clip my tape measure, and the cuff of the legs had been cut in a couple places as I have been known to do to allow them to fit around my boots! My new jeans were my old jeans.
Maybe I should keep a better eye on what clothes my daughter is donating to the clothing closet.
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