My husband needed to have his picture taken for his real estate business cards. The photographer came highly recommended, but even so, he acted like he was being asked to have six teeth pulled. “You know I don’t take a good picture” he stated as he searched through his closet for a matching shirt and tie. As I watched him turning purple from trying to button a much too small shirt around his neck, I gently suggested a trip to the mall to get some new clothes. (After 20 years of stripping and waxing floors, my husband’s arms and neck are like that of a body builder!) Suddenly, having a picture taken seemed mild compared to being asked to try on clothes.
“C’mon sweetie, this will be painless!” I said. I’ve even got coupons to save us money” I added, waving them under his nose. “Give me a few hours and it will be all done!” With that, and a promise to take him out to lunch, we drove to the mall.
Three hours later, my husband had a brand new wardrobe. For a man whose uniform these past two decades has been jeans, a casual shirt and sneakers,( not fancy but always neat and clean) he had to admit, he was looking might fine. The dress requirement for the real estate position is nice pants, button down shirt and a tie. Normally, for my husband, this type of dressing up is reserved for weddings, Bar Mitzvahs and funerals.
Since he still owns and operates his very reputable commercial cleaning business, I envision him, when he finishes a day in the real estate world…. running to a dark secluded corner (just like Superman) ripping off his fancy duds. and making his way (ok, not flying) into the twilight hours, to take care of all his properties. (Yes…I have an imagination…A prerequisite for being a writer!)
p.s. The pictures turned out great!
Debi Drecksler's passion is writing for and about the "guy on the street."
