Today I got to play my dad’s favourite game:
“Guess how old this (insert article of clothing) is?”
On this occasion, it is his suit as he prepares to go to a church choir recital.
Literally everything this man owns is older than I am, and that’s saying something. I’m not sure if it is a testament to my mother’s laundry/housekeeping skills or that the quality of goods were better back then but I swear it looks brand new.
This conversation always follows the same path. My dad asks, lets me make ridiculous guesses, then retells the story of when said item was purchased and for how much. This is always followed by mother’s statement:
“It’s back in style again.”
Not quite, but for 85, he looks damn good.