The King Size King’s Day T-Shirt

King's Day T-Shirt

“I got you a new King’s Day t-shirt,” my wife happily announced over the phone. She’d just returned from a shopping trip while I was still at work.

“That’s great. Thanks. My old one is falling apart,” I replied, because my old orange t-shirt really was in no condition for a royal celebration.

“I know. That’s why I got this one when I saw it… There is one thing though,” she added, “It say’s King Size on the front.”

I was not quite sure what to say to that. “Oh, okay.”

It wasn’t so much that I’d lost weight recently. It was more that I was wondering if a standard large size t-shirt declaring itself as King Size was false advertising. I was probably silent a bit longer than I should have been trying to work that one out. However, my thought process on the legal ramifications of the t-shirt were cut short.

“Oh. Wait a moment,” my wife suddenly exclaimed from the other end of the telephone line. “There is something I had not noticed.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“An arrow,” she announced.

“An arrow?”

“Pointing downwards.”

“Oh, okay,”

“I didn’t see it at first. It’s hidden amongst the letters. It’s quite suggestive now that I have noticed it,” she added. “I’ll send you a photo so you can see it for yourself.”

King's Day T-Shirt 1

Can you see it? Hidden amongst the letters? The very suggestive arrow.

I felt my embarrassed Englishness kicking in. “Err… I don’t think I can wear that.”

She agreed and then joked, “I guess you could always wear it backwards.”

“And go from complimenting to insulting myself?”

“Good point,” she chuckled, “Maybe I should let you find a t-shirt yourself.”

Two days later I returned home to discover another t-shirt.

King's Day T-Shirt 2

“I think it might be a ladies t-shirt actually,” my wife said as I held it up.

It was a bit tight. We agreed that I would definitely buy my own King’s Day t-shirt.

Stuart

Stuart is an accident prone Englishman who has been living in the Netherlands since 2001. Even his move to the country was an unintentional accident, the result of replying to a cryptic job advertisement he found one day in a local British magazine. Since then he has learned to love the Dutch (so much so that he married one of them) and now calls the country home. He started the blog Invading Holland in 2006 as a place to share his strange stories of language misunderstandings, cultural confusions and his own accident prone nature.

2 Responses

  1. …and so I learn another landmine to avoid… hahaha!

  2. vallypee says:

    Haha, love it! What brilliant T-Shirts…both of them!!

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