Some days are “Yuppie- days”.
What is a “Yuppie-day”?
A “Yuppie-day” would be just like another working-day, with working-tasks, had it not been for the additional elements of formality, i.e. dark suit, white shirt, tie, black socks without holes, tidy manicure, water-combed hair, briefcase, polished shoes, polished smile and maybe a plane ticket.
In other words: Executive look. Sharp dressed. Cool. Important. Man of the world.
The morning turns out to be a bit more busy than normal.
Daddy needs to shave (no rough “dirty-look” today), button the shirt (carefully ironed the previous night) and windsor the tie in front of the mirror. Un-windsor it and unbutton the shirt after an enthusiastic bear-hug from a raspberryjam-sticky, affectionate five-year old. Turbo-iron a clean shirt, button it and windsor the tie while rushing past the mirror.
Five-year old clean, dressed and ready with lunch-box and bobby-pin, giving daddy an indulgent look. Rushing out the door. Rushing back in to check the iron. It’s off. Hit the road to kindergarten.
Five-year old safe in kindergarten. Hug. Wave. – Check.
Well seated in the Airport Express Train. Double cortado, Stan Getz on the iPod, a last glance at the papers.
A sense of acknowledgement and even some discreet smiles from other travellers.
Executive look. Sharp dressed. Cool. Important. Man of the world.
Security check at the airport. As I carefully fold my jacket into a plastic box, I notice.
Just under the collar, hanging down the back like a merry streamer. A pair of panties, evidently used, butterside out, size five years, white and red with motif “Bamse, the strongest bear in the world“.
Displayed on my suit the whole morning to the obvious amusement for the public.
A useful reminder of the things that count.
(This entry was originally posted in my Norwegian blog, Rambukk. Here is the original post)everydaylife