Stlawrence
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I had an LL Bean Flying Tigers jacket for years. In fact, I've bought three of them over the years, and both sons received them after I outgrew them. I was perfectly happy with the jackets. Loved them, in fact.
Well. The last one I bought I got as an impulse purchase at an LL Bean outlet store. I liked it, but it always seemed a bit big on me. I had the thing for about three years when, one day this year, I noticed something. I had bought a Tall. I'm not tall. I'm, well, rather squatty. I had worn it, as I say, for about three years and even though I thought it was big on me, suddenly I was dissatisfied with it. I gave it to my 6'1" son, and it fit perfectly. But that put me in the market for a new one.
I made the mistake of searching the web, and found this site. Big mistake.
Now, I pore through photos of different vendors' sites, looking for signs of authenticity. I've become a nit picker to the extreme, blowing up photos to make sure the jacket has the ever-so-necessary waistband seam across the zipper flaps. Why? I don't know, but I think it must be necessary.
I have spent hours on Ebay, looking at different jackets (all G-1s) and wondering if they would fit my endowed figure. As an aside, I consider a little (ahem) extra weight as an important survival preparation, much like Thor's orange whistle and my Leatherman. When the zombie apocalypse comes, I'll survive in my G-1 jacket while all you thin guys have succumbed to starvation long hence. Sure, you'll look good, but I'll survive.
Having narrowed my choice to the Excelled G-1, yesterday I showed my wife a photo of Thor wearing his. I proudly told her that Thor is a ferry captain. Surely she would recognize that if I bought the same jacket, I could be a NYC ferry captain, too, or at least frequently be mistaken for one. I thought she'd be impressed and say something like, "Wow. You're friends with a NYC ferry captain?" I was prepared to tell her how tight Thor and I are, with his having responded to at least two of my posts.
No. She said, "Ooh. I don't like that collar. Can't you get one with a leather collar like your old one?"
I bristled. I mansplained that the wool collar is the hallmark of the authentic USN G-1 Bomber Jacket. I tried to show her the waistband seam, but she was uninterested. I pouted for hours, and I can put a pout on. I learned pouting from my mother, who could throw a pout that would bring you to your knees from across the room. So far, we're at a standoff. Her final answer was, "Get the one you want. I don't care." Now, if you're married, you know what that means.
What have you done to me?
Well. The last one I bought I got as an impulse purchase at an LL Bean outlet store. I liked it, but it always seemed a bit big on me. I had the thing for about three years when, one day this year, I noticed something. I had bought a Tall. I'm not tall. I'm, well, rather squatty. I had worn it, as I say, for about three years and even though I thought it was big on me, suddenly I was dissatisfied with it. I gave it to my 6'1" son, and it fit perfectly. But that put me in the market for a new one.
I made the mistake of searching the web, and found this site. Big mistake.
Now, I pore through photos of different vendors' sites, looking for signs of authenticity. I've become a nit picker to the extreme, blowing up photos to make sure the jacket has the ever-so-necessary waistband seam across the zipper flaps. Why? I don't know, but I think it must be necessary.
I have spent hours on Ebay, looking at different jackets (all G-1s) and wondering if they would fit my endowed figure. As an aside, I consider a little (ahem) extra weight as an important survival preparation, much like Thor's orange whistle and my Leatherman. When the zombie apocalypse comes, I'll survive in my G-1 jacket while all you thin guys have succumbed to starvation long hence. Sure, you'll look good, but I'll survive.
Having narrowed my choice to the Excelled G-1, yesterday I showed my wife a photo of Thor wearing his. I proudly told her that Thor is a ferry captain. Surely she would recognize that if I bought the same jacket, I could be a NYC ferry captain, too, or at least frequently be mistaken for one. I thought she'd be impressed and say something like, "Wow. You're friends with a NYC ferry captain?" I was prepared to tell her how tight Thor and I are, with his having responded to at least two of my posts.
No. She said, "Ooh. I don't like that collar. Can't you get one with a leather collar like your old one?"
I bristled. I mansplained that the wool collar is the hallmark of the authentic USN G-1 Bomber Jacket. I tried to show her the waistband seam, but she was uninterested. I pouted for hours, and I can put a pout on. I learned pouting from my mother, who could throw a pout that would bring you to your knees from across the room. So far, we're at a standoff. Her final answer was, "Get the one you want. I don't care." Now, if you're married, you know what that means.
What have you done to me?
