“The ramblings and grumblings of author Ad Hudler”

Goodbye, 36. Hello, 38.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Ad: "Hello, Land's End?"
LE: "Yes, Mr. Hudler! It's nice to hear from you again. Do you need another order of shorts?"
Ad: "Uhm ... yes.
LE: "Next size up?"
Ad: "Uhm ... yes."
LE: "This is getting to be an annual thing, isn't it?"
Ad: "Uhm ... yes."
LE: "I mean, you grow a waist size about every ... let's see here ... about every 14 months ... and then you call us and ask for five pair of our khaki mid-length shorts."
Ad: "Uhm ... yes."
LE: "So that's what you need? Five pair of 38-waist shorts?"
Ad: "Uhm ... yes."
LE: "Okay, then. Talk to you again next year!"


Anonymous Anonymous said...

In our case, it's the housekeeper's fault. She throws the whites in the washing machine and sets the dial on "Magma." The clothes shrink and feel much tighter. What else could it be?

December 16, 2008 at 10:44 AM  
Blogger Ad Hudler said...

You're absolutely correct, my friend. I am blaming technology and overzealous housekeepers....WAIT A MINUTE: I don't have a housekeeper; I clean my own house.
Glad work is progressing well on your novel. I'm keeping watch at gonzalobarr.com.

December 16, 2008 at 2:08 PM  
Blogger Kathy Grey said...

Welcome to middle age, man.

December 17, 2008 at 7:41 AM  

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