He had on this blue blazer with decorative buttons all over the place, and a fussy little handkerchief poking out of his breast pocket. The topper, however, was the pants; they were bright red. The girlfriend thought he was gorgeous now; said he looked like an Italian aristocrat. I won’t comment on what I thought he looked like, though I will give him some credit. He did understand that he couldn’t wear that outfit to the lumberyard if he wanted to keep his reputation with the guys. Kind of hard to take a guy in red pants seriously, you know.
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