“I’m feeling like an aging Nazi in this shirt,” I said as I tucked into my IKEA breakfast this morning, wearing my brand new short sleeve black shirt.
“Do aging Nazis spill bean juice down their fronts, then?” Graham said, reaching over with a clean tissue.
“Oh, shit!” I said, with feeling.
Ah, what’s a little bean juice?
I went out this morning with clean black corduroys on and bent to scratch and pet the two dogs. Was keeping pretty clean till one of the cats asked for a snuggle, and suddenly my nice clean cords are hair- and grass-covered.
It’s no use. I might as well just dive into a mud puddle and give it up.
Aah bean juice …..who cares , just so long as you enjoyed the beans !
Welcome back John, you’ve bean missed….sorry been
But once the bean juice was wiped off, it hardly showed, if at all. There’s a certain advantage to darker shirts.
Ikea! And they are having a sale here too. Guess I shall just have to emulate you and go shopping.
Nice to see your phosphors again.
I’m with the rest of them – what’s a little bean juice? Just think – you’ve christened in, your new shirt!
It’s like getting a new car. You worry about every little rain drop, for the first year.
Glad to see ya, John!
Wil only manages to do that on a white shirt or his good one. Me, I just manage anything I’m wearing. No one ever warned aging = slopping.
Welcome back, I missed you. A little bean juice never hurt anybody.
Don’t I recall from somewhere that you English do fancy baked beans for breakfast? And why not? I’m for ‘em any meal anytime. Along with fried tomataoes, yummm! and sausages? Now I’m making me hungry again. And the only background it really grieves me to see get stained is probably an egg yolk drip on a brand new silk necktie.
Gracious, it sure is good to see you back, all in one piece, too!
Bean juice is easy to wash out; kimchi, on the other hand, is a beast! It’s the hot peppers. They stain everything orange. I’m slowly acquiring a group of shirts with orange speckles or flowers on the front, in which to hide the spots. My students are planning to take me out to lunch this week, so I’d better remember to wear one of those shirts.
Graham would be APPALLED at the way I spill down my front too, and I have a thing for black shirts as well….
Tell Graham that George is threatening to get me a bib.
Good to see you.
Good to see you back again, John, even with bean juice. We’re drippers too.
Welcome back, John!
There is nothing better for spots than the small whipes used for cleaning up baby bums. Handy to bring in the pocket everywhere. Glad you are back, John!
Hattie
Is this black shirt season? I was wearing a black shirt yesterday (with the IBM logo on it) and I am wearing one now (a souvenir t-shirt from last summer’s visit to San Francisco — the front says “ALCATRAZ TRATHALON TRAINING CAMP” — yes, ” triathalon” is misspelled — I guess nobody in China noticed — so I couldn’t resist buying it).
I am a bib EXPERT!! Don’t talk to me about them. They are an absolute necessity when you love to read mysteries when you eat! Glad to see you back, John. Now my normal life can re-commence.
So glad you’re back. Now that I am 77 I am unable to eat without getting stuff on my front. And my front is not particularly large, so it must be a function of age.
I love it that I’m not the only one who can’t eat without ending up wearing half the meal. A bib would be ideal – at home I use kitchen towel tucked into the top of my t shirt. I don’t often eat out but if I do I try to pick something dry….
I’ve never been to an IKEA, but I’ll visit one in just a couple of weeks. It’s on my way to somewhere else, and I always pass it by thinking “someday” I’ll look in.