The Mystery of the Jammy Shirt

Wednesday, March 6, 2024

A long time ago, there was a place at Disney World called the Adventurers’ Club. We went there once. It was basically a bar, with actors playing characters frequenting the club. It was decorated like an Adventurers’ club would be, with Disney touches of talking skulls and hilariously titled books lining the walls. There was a toast (or something) that everyone would say together that ended with Kungaloosh and it was quite a great place to visit. They revamped the entire area (and now it is shopping. Ho hum). A time or two ago, the Disney Store offered an Adventurers’ Club T-shirt (nostalgia! my favorite!) and I got one for Keith and one for my brother-in-law Michael. Keith’s has been his jammy shirt for quite a while – too stretched out and floppity to be worn during the day, but extra soft and big for sleeping.

Last fall, the jammy shirt developed a hole. Well, not exactly what you’d think of as a hole, more of a rip. A rip that made a big hole. Like a 10-inch-long rip. It was just left of center, running up and down, through the main part of the shirt. It did not deter Keith from wearing it for one moment. I wasn’t exactly getting anything done at that time, so it just remained a jammy shirt with a giant hole.

In December, I sewed it shut. It was back to looking like a shirt. Keith did not notice. I got the giggles looking at him one morning, realizing it had been three days since I sewed it. He asked why I was giggling at him and I told him. He looked down and said, “Well, look at that!” Tada! You just never know when things might happen around here.

When Donna and Micheal were here for my birthday, there was discussion about not noticing the sewing and all that jazz. Donna thought Keith could upgrade to a nicer jammy shirt, but he said he was good with it, especially now that it was sewed.

When we got home from San Diego, he picked up his jammy shirt (it is not a travel jammy shirt. There are different travel jammies) off the bed and started to put it on. “This is not my jammy shirt.” I just looked at him like he was crazy. He held it up. It was not his jammy shirt. It was an Adventurers’ Club T-shirt, but it was much less stretchy and floppity and was definitely not sewed. We did confused eyebrows at each other for a moment, then both said, “Benjamin was here.”

Benjin was here for juggling while we were gone. I immediately knew what happened. Donna had contacted him and given him Michael’s shirt to upgrade the sewed one. Too funny! Keith contacted Benjamin and he said he did not put it there.

Puzzlement!

After a couple times of asking throughout that week, Benjamin finally admitted that Alexander put it there. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how Alexander got the shirt from Donna. She must have mailed it to him!? How sweet and cute! Keith texted Alexander about it, but got no response, because that is the way of Alexander. We asked Alexander about it when he came for dinner and he admitted putting it there, because Benjamin was downstairs packing up to go home. Benjamin bought it from eBay after seeing the daddy’s big hole shirt and had it shipped to Alexander’s so he could sneak it. It was just happenstance (such happenstance!) that Benjamin was here when Alexander got it and brought it over. Donna was never involved. When I told her, she said Michael’s shirt wore out years ago and she threw it away – like normal people do with wrecked shirts.

Keith is still wearing the sewed shirt, because it is very soft and stretchy and the new one is too nice to sleep in. He plans to wear it in the daytime.