Thursday, December 07, 2006
And if I were to spend that much on pants, you can bet they wouldn't make me look like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man.
Imagine, if you will, the sound of a whip cracking and maniacal laughter. Lucky man, no?
I've also been encouraging Rick to start buying his equipment now, so he will have some time to test different pieces out before May. Yesterday he told me that he had ordered his mountain climbing pants (he can't really buy any of this stuff in state, because we live in Okla-mountainless-homa). The lady receiving his order asked why he needed pants that will keep you warm in -100 degree weather. She mentioned that she's received orders for these pants from people climbing Everest and people spending winters in Siberia, among other things.
Against my better judgment, I asked Rick how much the pants cost. He sheepishly replied, "Two hundred and eighty dollars."
I was shocked. "Two hundred and eighty dollars! I don't even have a pair of pants that costs two hundred and eighty dollars!"
I thought for a moment. "I mean, I completely and one hundred percent support you in this decision."