So I have this coat...a coat that looks a lot like the one on the left. My grandfather gave it to me a couple of years ago..."Bogart, I am not going out in the rain anytime soon, plus I am in a wheelchair, so maybe you can use it."
It looked like a very nice coat. It fit perfectly. It was warm. It IS a nice coat.
So I took it. It has traveled all over the US with me. Of course, I never had to wear it in San Diego...it Never Rains in Southern California!
But then I move to VA. I get to wear this coat even more. How happy am I? SOOO HAPPY!
I mean, c'mon, it is my gramps coat. I even found some sermon notes that he left in the pocket from an Easter Sunrise service. How cool is that?! I am happy wearing that coat. I look goooood wearing that coat. Oh yea!
Enter Claire. My beautiful lady love. The girl that gives me pause when I see her each day, no matter what she is wearing. She is smoke'n!
Claire: "What are you wearing?"
Me: "The coat my gramps gave me. Isn't it great?"
Claire: "1987 called...they want their coat back. You look like you are an extra from that movie Wall Street."
Me: "I love my coat. It is a great coat. Are you saying my grandfather did not know how to dress?"
Claire: "Honey, I think my grandma is very stylish, but if I started wearing her clothes, I would look like a moron."
Me: "Did you just call me a moron."
Claire: "I am just saying that if I wore my maw-maw's stuff, I would look like a moron. That's all I'm saying."