Our dock neighbor Mike worked hard last week to get his boat ready for travel. His wife Beverly was visiting with their kids and grandkids, and he had quite a list of "blue" jobs (see footnote). It was hotter than dammit, the list was long, and he labored mightily. After a long day of wrestling with anchor chain (which is heavy and dirty and clumsy), he was ready for a swim. He threw on his swimsuit and headed for the pool to rest and cool off with an adult beverage.
When he walked up the dock he was spotted by Melinda, who thought he'd lost his mind (or at the very least his mirrors). She asked if he was setting a new trend of wrong-side-out swimsuits, but he had NO CLUE it was!! He either worked way too hard that day, needs wife Beverly at all times, or was totally numb from the waist down. Thankfully Melinda had the presence of mind to take a picture so he could be remembered in perpetuity for his bold fashion statement. The average person would think discomfort would have tipped him off, but Mike is far from average. Welcome back, Beverly....he needs you!!
footnote: "Blue" jobs, as defined by Beverly, are those jobs for which men are much better qualified. Or women really don't want to do. "Pink" jobs are the same for women. Women get to decide which jobs are which. I fully intend to plagiarize this theory from now on.
