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Unintended Consequences 2

The last time that I used this particular title, I told the tale of a pair of ripped jeans. I'd actually forgotten about the episode until I did a search for posts (I don't like reusing the post titles), but it seemed incredibly apropos given the story I want to tell this time. I don't want to give away the punchline, but you'll see what I mean.

So, during that last story, I had to buy a new pair of jeans at the last minute, and I ended up having to change in a public bathroom. It all just felt very odd. Fortunately for me, I was at home when the shenanigans happened this time around. Specifically, this happened:
Yes, that is a belt in two pieces
The real kicker of it all was that I wasn't even wearing the belt when it decided to end its waist-cinching days. It was, as you can see in the photo, hanging on the hook. I forget what I did, but there was no violent motion involved. I think I tried to move the hanger, but I don't really remember. However, the end result was what you see in the picture.

Now, I fully recognize that a broken belt is often an opportunity for some ribbing about my waistline, and I laughed at myself for it. I was too amused not to share the picture/story, though, so I passed the picture along to my siblings. I figured I could handle a little bit of teasing about my weight.

What I didn't expect, however, was teasing about how it's weird to hang your belts. My siblings immediately jumped to that fact, and that's what they poked fun of me about. I was not expecting that, so my mental preparation was for naught.

For the record, I still get up pretty early (my favorite description of that is here), so I tend to hang a pair of slacks, a shirt, and a belt all on the same hanger. That way, when I'm trying to get changed in the morning, I just grab everything on the hanger. It keeps things simple for me, and it means that I make less noise to disturb the Mild Wife as she sleeps. All in all, it makes sense to me.

Still, the picture had entirely unintended consequences, so I ended up laughing about my broken belt for a second time. Clothes sure do seem to have a funny way of messing with me.
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