A Leather Jacket should hug your shoulders,
Not Slouch off them!
My teen finished his senior project and then immediately started a three-week internship working at an auto import shop. His plan was to finish his internship hours in two weeks instead of three so he could use the third week of the internship to work on the Bug and improve Chicago’s economy by spending some of his birthday money.
The internship was a big success. He worked on lots of foreign cars and enjoyed the privilege of test driving a number of them. Cross the Mini Cooper off your list. They cost a fortune to work on because of their mini size. When the owner of the shop asked him if he could speak Spanish and he said that he could not, the owner then asked him if he could pretend to speak Spanish. No problemo, since he has pretended in Spanish class at school for years. At the end of the second week, they invited him back to work a couple days a week over the summer. This is good news since they will let him use the shop to keep his Audi in tip-top shape.
This week has included working on the Bug, shopping trips to outlet shopping malls, thrift stores, and malls. One of the purchases on Cole’s list was a leather jacket. We found what he was looking for about 40 miles from home. However, he went back and forth, wavering between a medium and a large. I’ve learned in moments like this to simple agree with the choices he makes. Medium looks great; small looks great; sleeves are long enough on both. The sales person, however, had very strong opinions and pushed him towards the medium, which he ended up buying. I had a feeling.
We returned home, Cole went to his room to try on his jacket again, and I headed to the couch with a little coke and a book. Moments later, Cole was standing in front of me with his computer, showing me GQ’s web site. The proper fit for a leather jacket is very snug. No slouch. NO GAPS!! My feeling became reality. As we shop, so shall we return. Fortunately, the return could take place closer to home the next day. But no. These things cannot be put off. Hi-ho, back to the mall we go again. The ride to the mall was tense. It was impossible to know if they had the right coat in the right size over the phone. Good Lord, we lamented why the first salesperson hadn’t take the time to research how a leather jacket should fit. Had she never googled GQ? We decided to send her the web link so others would never have to face our angst. Ok, I know a leather jacket that slouched instead of snugged is not a world problem; this problem only exists for the over privileged, over indulged, middle class American youth who have no idea how rough the real world is. But I did remind God that we had packed up a box of coats and delivered them to the park district on a day that dipped below zero. I digress. Is the suspense killing you? Alright, I won’t keep you in limbo one word longer. We achieved shopping victory! They had the coat in the right size. Amen. Happy days were here again.
Cole Happily Juggling in leather coat that is snug. See no slouch. . .
On the ride home, our sprits much improved, Cole informed me that the auto shop he had interned at always had country music on the radio. He then went on to share that he thought he might have phonographic ears because he could memorize the lyrics to most songs after hearing them only once or twice. Who knew? I asked him to please share, and he started to loudly sing the country song I’ll Hold On by Dierks Bentley—badly but accurately.
Looking over at my kid wearing his new floral shirt (leather jacket tossed in the back seat) and shades, with his wild hair, grinning as he belted out country and western tunes captured with his phonographic ears, I thought the nut does not fall far from the tree, but I wonder who he gets his phonographic ears from.
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