Doc went shopping the other day and came home with a pair of bright red bermuda shorts.
Before the filter between my brain and my mouth kicked in to tell me that it is better to be nice than to be right, I blurted out something like "Oh, my gosh, those just scream 'old man', kind of like socks with sandals".
Yes, I did really say that and I felt really bad right away about saying it (even though I think I was kind of right). Doc just sort of harrumphed a bit and said something like "I don't know what's wrong with red shorts". I said I was sorry and that he certainly could wear anything he wants to wear, (but I'm pretty sure I'll never see him in those red shorts.)
I thought that was the end of it. Boy, was I wrong. Today Doc came by my office with a new very bright red truck, bought and paid for. He didn't actually say anything like "How do you like that for red?", but the message was there. I actually sort of like the truck, at least more than I liked the red shorts.
I thought the above was the end of my post, but since I got home and wrote it, I heard from Doc that when he got the red truck home he didn't like the way it fit in the garage so he returned it and is now out shopping at another dealership for a different truck. Whatever he comes home with, and even if he is wearing the red shorts, no matter what I think I will tell him that I absolutely love it.
I really need to learn to just keep my mouth shut.