See this puppy? Aside from needing to be pressed, I’ve discovered that it wields great power. I didn’t dig it that much when the Cub Master handed it to me. In fact, I didn’t like it at all. I thought, “Man, the sacrifices I make for The Kid.” Polyester khaki just isn’t that attractive. And I’m already fighting a losing battle of not looking the ayi/nanny/housekeeper part.
Imagine my surprise when I found out that The Uniform garners tremendous respect. That’s right, cue Aretha. R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me…
Here’s how I arrived at this conclusion:
Clue number one: During the second Den meeting, our driver Mr. Smith told me, “That really is a very good looking uniform.” Followed by an enthusiastic, “You really do wear it so well.” I laughed and later told The Hubs, I think our driver is a little turned on by this uniform. But then again, Mr. Smith is a devoted Chinese patriot who worships his Chinese military.
Clue number two: After our Scout Pack Meeting on Saturday, we headed to the food court. As I walked through the shopping plaza with husband and Circus in tow, I noticed people turning and staring. I assumed it was the usual, oh look, three-kids-and-a-Caucasian stare. But, no. As I walked ahead, I noticed people turning to stare directly at me. No, not at me…at The Uniform.
Clue number three: When I asked Mr. Smith about the stares, he explained that it’s rare to see a woman in uniform, so I must be very high ranking in my group. And since my patches are Shanghai 88 and the American flag, I must have received very elite training. Knot tying, anyone?
Sweet. Like Spiderman’s web-slinging suit or Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak, The Uniform has tremendous power. I should buy ten of these and wear them every.single.day. It’s better than being treated like the nanny.
I’ve decided that I look fantastic in polyester khaki.