A Pant Rant

My hubby has worked at his current place of employment for around four years (which is super long for us)...and he has the same uniforms he got when he started working there. The same exact articles of clothing. Which is fine, but recently they have began to fall apart. Normal wear and tear stuff, especially since he's been wearing the same five shirts and five pants for approximately 200 weeks now. Do you think your clothes last 200 washes (at least)...?

Either way, he was going to take them in, piece by piece and get them swapped out for some new articles. But his boss told him that they were thinking of switching uniform companies, to wait. If they switched companies, everyone would get new uniforms, so it wouldn't make sense for him to swap his out now. So, he waited. That was a couple of months ago.

Normally, I wouldn't care. It's his clothes. He's a big boy. Blah blah blah. He can sew a button when he needs to, patch a tear, etc. However, it's different now. I have been wounded by an article of his clothing and I'm laying down the law...somehow.

The other night, I was doing laundry and I went to pull the last bit of clothing out of the dryer, but my husband's work pants were stuck. "Oh crap," I thought. "The dryer has began to eat things." I thought the pants somehow got caught in the dryer as it was spinning. That wasn't quite the case.

On this particular pair of pants, the metal piece on the zipper, the part you pinch to zip and unzip, had broken off. Being the creative and useful man that he is, my husband "fixed" it. He took and hooked a key chain ring to it. Well, over time, the ring began to become unround or something, and what ensued was that his pants, were stuck by the zipper because the key ring was untwisted enough that it became wrapped around the vented sheet of metal that is the back of our dryer. I tugged, but didn't want to rip his pants, or worse, break our dryer. So, I reached in and tryed to uptwist it.

Somehow, the metal piece whipped around and sliced through the pad of my thumb. Ugh. I did end up freeing the pants, although the key ring wasn't so lucky to survive. And, I had a heck of a time moving the next load from the washer to the dryer and starting another load with the blood running down my thumb.

Does this weird crap happen to normal people?