At lunch with the guys Friday, Gary mentioned that he caught hell from his wife that morning for his attire. "You're not going out like that, are you?" Gary checked. "My shirt looks fine, Dear." "Not your shirt -- your pants! You can't wear corduroy with sneakers!"
This was news to all the other guys at the lunch, too. We sympathized with Gary, and finished our burgers.
When I told this story to Rachel, she laughed. "Well," she said, "his wife did have a point."
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