You know how Vince will never get rid of anything. He wears his clothes til they fall apart. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thrown things away when they came through the dirty clothes. He’ll say “Have you seen my black shorts?” I’ll say something like “I’m sure I have but not in the last day or so” and he forgets about them.
This is kinda “R” rated but when we lived in KY, at the house in town, the neighbor was a nurse. One day Vince was under his truck working on it and he had on a pair of shorts that were totally worn out. The neighbor walked over and was talking to me and I happened to look down at Vince under the truck. “DON’T LOOK, ETHEL!” She laughed and said “I”m a nurse. I’ve seen it all.”
Yesterday he had on an old shirt out working in the garden.
When we came back in the house, we were both so tired and dirty and both headed to the shower. You know how you reach around the bottom of a T-shirt to pull it off . . he did that and the part he was pulling on tore right off the shirt. He reached up higher to get a better grip and that part tore off too. We were standing there cracking up as his shirt was literally falling apart as he tried to get it off.
I’m not sure how many pieces it was in by the time he took it off. I was picking up the pieces that were on the floor to throw it all away and halfway expecting him to to say “No! I can still use it for something!” but, thankfully, he didn’t squawk about me throwing it away.
One worn out shirt . . gone!