And then, I swear she told me "Get three of those fancy bracelets and Karen's pants."
It took a little while before it sank in.
- Who was Karen?
- Why did my wife want her pants?
- And why the hell would Karen part with her pants anyway?
"Naren, you are a lucky man"
"Because you are not in the same room as me. If you were, I would have hit you with this bottle of olives, experimentally verifying that it, your head, was solid ivory. You doofus, I said HAREM PANTS, not Karen's pants.
Thus reprimanded, I set out to concentrate on fulfilling those orders. I must confess, I felt like an old Arabian reprobate roaming the markets of Baghdad, looking for something to dress my well stocked harem with. It turns out that these articles of clothing are very common place baggy trousers whose main design brief is to conceal all contours.
One lives and learns.