Alas, John - I cannot shed light on your pants. I only know that it is so.
However, the dividing ocean and its shibboleths put me in mind of a favourite poem:
Then I said: “O brother-in-law to Mr. Spurgeon’s haberdasher,
Who seasonest also the skins of Canadian owls,
Thou callest trousers ‘pants,’ whereas I call them ‘trousers,’
Therefore thou art in hell-fire, and may the Lord pity thee!”
O God, O Montreal!
|