Packing

There are endless ways to compare the differences between the sexes in nearly every situation. Last week Lori had a comment asking if I had packed some extra clothing for my wife and I did not.

When I travel alone I can pack for myself in three minutes; a couple things from this drawer and a couple things from that drawer; roll up three shirts and a couple pants, stuff it into a gym bag and off I go. I usually stay in hotels that have irons if something became wrinkled in transit I can fix it before I go out in public.

This is not the case when I don’t travel alone. My packing is taken apart and shirts and pants are hung in a clothing bag with her clothing. It is carefully folded into the suit case and buttoned into place. When we get to the hotel it comes out of the bag and gets hung in the armoire and incidentals go into the drawers.

I always pack enough, not too much nor too little. It has always worked for me. My wife on the other hand packs way too much. This time she expected a warmer climate and was surprised by the snow so she packed a lot of inappropriate clothing. Rather than going on a major shopping spree we visited a thrift store to get her something warmer to wear; so crisis was averted.

The funny thing about thrift shops is that they are a museum of sorts of the local culture. I could tell I was in horse country because this thrift store sold horse tack in their sporting good section. I like that.