Butt Crack and Therapy

For the past 40 plus years I have done my very best to keep the white fleshy part of my back side covered and not out for display like the underwear from some prepubescent skater dude. As time has marched on my efforts to keep the east west divide that is located south of my Mason-Dixon Line covered has become more then my Levis can handle.

So I have been dealing with snide comments from my kids about my alternate life as a plumber, moon coming out in the middle of the day, good place to put a screw driver… etc. And then I got a neighbor that likes to honk when she drives by and my fair skin back side is reaching for light from the dark recess of the dungarees, yea you know who you are.

What then does a middle aged guy do that just wants to get some work done and occasionally reach down below the knee? Well I got a neighbor that works for the railroad and he swears by his Carhartt overalls, so I gave them a try. No I am not talking about the seersucker overalls railroad Bob wears with the red bandana these are nice blue overalls that fit over your boots, great pockets up front and the fly has got to be 9 inches long, they can’t be beat.

Now my kids are telling me that I am causing them irreparable damage by wearing these magical crack hiding wonders in public. They tell me they are going to need therapy to deal with the damage I am causing. My thoughts are if I am building a bus into a motor home and they are living with a big yellow bus parked next to the house my choice of pants will not send them straight to the bell tower their sophomore year of college.

Besides that I rock these overalls.