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March 18, 2002
Khursed Khakis
I think everyone has one cursed article of clothing. You know the one. That white sweater, that funny T-shirt, the jeans that fit just right. For me, it's a pair of Gap khakis. It never fails; the day after laundry day I wear my nice clean khakis. Within hours of getting dressed I manage to get them dirty. Not just a little dirty, we're talking a saucy meatball dropping onto my lap, or soya sauce splash-back. A stain that's noticeable. I don't have the heart to throw it back into the hamper after only one wear, so I optimistically throw them onto the back or a chair (or usually the floor) and re-examine them the next day.
Oh, it's not that bad (brushes caked-on mud from pants). Who ever looks at my knees anyway?
But I couldn't face the accusing eyes of my peers on Friday when they see the grease stain from the breakfast burrito I ate Monday. So into the hamper with ye!
At this rate, I will have gotten 30 good wears out of them before the washing machine turns their sweatshop-quality stitching into rags.