Today is my early day and I realized that I can’t put it off any longer…I need to go buy new shorts for the summer. I’m not dreading it inasmuch as I love going hog wild at Target buying every new offering of basketball shorts as soon as they hit the sales floor. But those don’t cover all the bases somehow. Crazy, I know. Work is cut and dried slacks day in, day out. Done. Then cargo khakis to cover everything else that’s not for polyester with a Nike or UA logo…right!? Well, at the end of last year something happened. Something very awful. My cargos got called Dad Shorts. *slowly melts like the wicked witch* Is it the pockets that are so gross now? Not even on the golf course or what? I had no idea that was even a thing. None at all. Not for these. Not khaki. It’s a classic!
Classic=Old. Old man/dad. Dad shorts. Death. Basically just death is what they meant. Moving on.
But, what else is there when you think about it. Too long and you look sloppy. Too short and you look like Carlton Banks or Reno 911. And I’ve never…repeat never worn denim shorts a day in my life.
If Obama can come out the other side victorious and live down being seen in Dad Jeans…maybe I can get away with my cargos just *one* more year while I grasp this concept. Just one! I’ll give up the pockets eventually, swears. I’ll even go straight khaki if I gotta 😣
“🎵…but I won’t do that.🎵” 👇