So the wife asked that I meet her at one of the more upscale restaurants in Beaumont yesterday. Having plans to help a friend with some hay later, and never missing an opportunity to embarass the lil' lady, I donned a pair of carhart duck dungarees with a khaki FR longsleeved shirt, untucked.
I pull in, park, and meet her at the back where she looks at me and says, "Really?! Jason".
Me-what??
Her-you look like you're about to go on safari!
Me-well, I'm ready for trouble if they cut off the never ending breadsticks and things get western up in hur. I look to make sure no one is arond, pull my shirt up, and flash her. Yeah, I'm carrying.
Who knew women had a dress code for the Olive Garden
On a side note, she refused my company for visiting the mall later