I am a teacher (part-time) at a University and my sister happens to be one of my students.
Last week my sister called me up to insult me. She said, “I'm calling you because I've been meaning to tell you something. You know your black pants?”
Of course I knew the pants of which she spoke. They were my black, pinstriped, formal business pants which my husband bought for me last summer. For a while, they have been the only decent pants that I own!
“Yes”, I responded. “Well, don't wear them again. They look horrible!!!” (Trust your sister to tell it like it is.) To that I gave her one of my long, Oks?!, and she quickly added, “Oh, no I mean it in a good way!”
Forgive me. But at that moment failed to see any good in what she had just said.
She went on to explain that the pants looked as though they were falling off of me. Apparently, she was distracted all class trying to figure out what was wrong with my pants! She went into great detail about my butt looking like it was swimming and that there were various pockets of air that seemed to move around as I went to and fro in front of the black board. She spared no detail!!!
“Stop wearing them, they really look bad.” She summarized.
The conversation ended with us laughing about it and wondering what the other students might have been thinking.
The good news is that my sister’s comment means that my pants are now too big for me. Needless to say I won’t be wearing them again.
I will keep them though, as one of my future ‘fat pants.’