About once a month I catch the pocket of my pants on the arm of my chair and rip the pants. It’s really effing annoying and I’ve ruined some nice pants and/or suits. Fortunately, there’s a seamstress very close to my casa and I’ve spent a pretty penny on the pretty lady with the needle and thread. I guess I could get a chair without arms, but that wouldn’t look nearly as baller when people come in my office. Maybe I need a button or something on my pockets to keep them from hanging open. There has to be a solution to this problem, other than just waiting until I am a house husband. I’m golden then because A. That’s not a problem when the only thing you wear is a robe; and B. Couches don’t have arms that can catch pockets. There you go, the answer to all life’s problems: house husbandom.
