
Originally Posted by
bullmikey
Nah, the first time we met I was in a really gaudy Hawaiian polo (parrots, pineapples, and palm trees in a riot of noisy colors, I think), faded and frayed cutoffs, and my favorite ball cap (the one with all the fishing lures decorating it). After we got married she burned the shirt and made me hang the cap on a peg, but she did let me keep the cutoffs until they finally fell apart years later. So it wasn’t the uniform caught her eye at first; I hardly ever wore one where I was then. Anyway, one thing led to another, and after thirty-something years she still won’t let me wear that damn ball cap unless I’m actually going fishing.