4 years, 4 months.
I think it’s safe to say that St. Patrick’s Day was just as much fun for me as it was for you. You enjoyed your party at school and seeing your teacher dressed up.
As for me, I had a lot to prove…
Last year the office manager where I work asked me to wear my vintage green corduroys on St. Patrick’s Day. Half-jokingly, I responded, “Only if you promise to put me on the cover of the monthly company magazine.”
And so it came to pass…
So for the past year, I have been known as the “official leprechaun” of our company, despite my Mexican and Italian heritage.
However, a coworker in the corporate office in Kentucky (I am in the Nashville division) publically challenged me to a duel; the winner to be determined by social media.
In other words, he was challenging my title.
So to make things interesting, I made this video:
I challenged him to wear “leprechaun tights”. I suggested that if he were willing to man up by wearing tights, surely the people on social media would declare him the winner over me.
As for my wardrobe, my favorite description I heard from a coworker was that I looked like either “the dictator of Candy Land or a gangster in the land of Oz.”
However, my efforts fell flat when compared to my challenger, who to my surprise, indeed wore tights.
Not the kind of tights I expected him to wear, but he definitely wore them. And a wig.
So in the end, he won the official title.
But in my mind, I won the psychological aspect of it: I got a grown man to dress up in ladies’ tights and a wig.
Your Daddy is a clever guy… but I think you already knew that.