“You can’t wear those shorts! They’re filthy and we have guests coming for supper,” pronounced my wife.
I had to agree with her that they were a bit dirty. After all, a huge northern had dripped some blood on them and I had rubbed my slimy hands on them after releasing the fish back into the water.
Our guests were our next-door neighbours on the island. But we were at the cabin and we were not worried about being fashionistas.