I had an easy day yesterday. No hard labor, sweating or dropping food on my shirt. Everything I wore was still clean and crisp by bedtime. So in an odd change of habit, I hung everything up to air overnight (except the used underwear of course) and decided to wear the same things today (with fresh under garments of course).
After dressing and when I was all set to go, I met up with Bill and said, “Good morning Bill!”
“You look nice,” he replied.
“It’s exactly the same thing I wore yesterday,” said I.
“Oh.”
There was not much to say after that, but there is nothing like Morning After Laughter in yesterday’s clothes.
