Yesterday, I finally got some pants altered to fit my stick-figure body. My wife lovingly bought them for me for Christmas, and I have only now managed to drag myself into the store to get them fitted.
(Evidently, a 30 waist is still too big.)
When the store called for a tailor, I was greeted by a pleasant, older lady who proceeded to graffiti my pants with her little fabric chalk thingy.
We chatted about how drastically skinny I was, and she assured me that it wasn't a big deal because she had a son just like me.
She also brought a few clips with her to help manage all the excess folds of soon-to-be useless fabric.
Apparently she underestimated how many she would need because she suddenly exclaimed: "Oh ... I need another clip. Can I get another clip for the tush-less wonder over here?"
Yep. The tush-less wonder. This may sound harsh, but it was the funniest thing I've heard all week. It was so funny, that I forgot to feel uncomfortable about having some strange woman feeling me up a little to get the measurements right on my pants.