Now, you need to understand. My old Carhartt has about a million miles on it, 'cause it's my favorite. And it shows. It is Beat The Heck Up. Cuffs frayed. Collar frayed. Pockets frayed. Bottom frayed... you get the idea.
"Bill, give me your jacket so I can wash it."
"No way! It's just getting comfortable after the last time you abused it."
"Bill, it NEEDS to be washed."
"No, it's just fine the way it is."
This went on for far too long, until Juanita gave up and just washed her own coats.
She said "Fine." (Guys, you probably know that "fine", and it ain't.)
So, yesterday we are running errands off the mountain. And the dog gets carsick. On my Carhartt.
Guess who has two thumbs and will be washing his OWN d@mn jacket.