I love my husband, but his sense of style needs some work.  He's a coach.  He wears coaching clothes.  This is his daily get up: khakis, some coaching looking shirt, and tennis shoes.

But this very day I could not stop laughing at what happened to him after school.  He walks into Parkers Gas Station on Victory Drive to pay for gas.  The lady behind the counter stares straight at him and says, "You cut hair?"

Yes, she did! She mistaked his coaching jacket, nylon, shirt thingy for a hair cutting smock!  HA HA HA!!!!