I have always had great friends. Maybe even the greatest.
I think it was around 1998 when I met Tuesday. We were working at IKON office solutions in Houston. I didn’t have a lot of business casual clothes. I was a single mom and I had a pretty limited budget. I was living with Tuesday at the time.
I am kind of a slob. I wad my clothes up or leave them where they fall. This, of course, means wrinkles.
I was running late, really late. Tuesday had already left. My wool pants were in this wad in the middle of the floor. I examined them. There was no way I could go to work with that many wrinkles. I tried to call Tuesday and ask her about an iron. She was not there yet, so she couldn’t answer. I had to think quickly.
Tuesday had a washer and dryer. I could use the dryer.
I thew my wool pants in the dryer.
Now, I am usually not a stupid person. This particular morning, I was. To my horror, upon putting on those hot out of the dryer wool pants, I noticed the length was about three inches above my ankle and the liner was hanging out of the bottom.
I should have expected this.
So, I have to wear the pants. I couldn’t just go out and buy new pants. I could feel the burn rise up across my chest and face all the way to my ears as I walked out to the car. I still got in. I still drove to work. I still felt that same burn as I got out of my car and made my way to the office. There I saw Tuesday.
She was trying really hard not to laugh. I was trying really hard not to cry. I was standing there, pants shrunk up three inches above my ankle, liner hanging out. She asked what happened. I explained. Without missing a beat, Tuesday says, “They’re the new capris!”
And that is why I have the best friends ever.