Have you ever wondered what I do in my free time? Probably not, but I will tell you anyway. The other day I went shopping with Mandy to Shopko. She wanted to buy some pants and do some other shopping and I was just along for the ride.

When we went into the store we went directly to women's clothing. Mandy started looking at some pants and I was just filling up space. She found some pants that she wanted to try on and headed for the dressing room. That is where the problems always start. Mandy leaves me unsupervised and I am left to my own devices, which usually leads to something unfortunate.

I stood outside of the dressing rooms for about thirty seconds waiting for Mandy to try on her pants. After about thirty-five seconds I grew bored and wondered what I could do to fill the time. I looked around the store and wondered what I could do to pass the time. I saw the men's clothing section and quickly headed in that direction (I think that there is a subconscious part of my mind that leads me to trouble).

Once I reached the men's clothing I started looking around at some of the clothes. There were some pretty good deals on pants and shirts but I didn't want to spend any money. I then found the belt rack. I had needed a belt for quite some time because my black belt is broken and my brown belt was fashionable when I was in 8th grade. I looked through the belts and they were all pretty nice but I didn't want to pay $15 for each belt. I kept looking and decided that I probably wouldn't get a belt. Then I saw a deal that was too good to be true. Two belts for $15; one was brown and the other was black. They weren't as stylish as the other belts but how could you beat two belts for $15. I took them off the rack and quickly put them around my waist to make sure that they would fit. They went all the way around my waist. "Good enough", I thought and went to get Mandy.

Mandy had picked out the things that she wanted and we went and made our purchases. She was happy with her new pants and now I wouldn't have to go to work looking like I found my belts in the dumpster outside of my house.

A couple of days later I had my first opportunity to break in one of the new belts. I put on my tan Dockers and grabbed my black belt. I looped it through all of the holes and went to fasten the belt but to my dismay it went around my waist not only once but nearly one and a half times. "Sweet, now I won't ever have to buy a new belt even if I gain 400 lbs." So now with my good fortune of having a belt that would allow for additional growth, I still needed a belt that would fit me in the present. Unfortunately the people who made this belt did not make enough holes to be worn by a person who had waist under size fifty.

I was not going to get discouraged by this problem. I didn't think about returning the belt. Not with the great deal I had found for two belts. A few minutes later Mandy asked me what I was doing with a hammer and nail. "Making new holes in my belt". So much for getting a brand new belt.