Loopy Stuff - or, Devil in the Details!

The Devil, I've heard it said, is in the details. 

And so, therefore, by virtue of being born in the wrong side of September (which  makes me Virgo - Virgo, mind you, not vir...) 

I am preordained to be condemned. 

That sheet of paper on that table is not exactly straight.

The book on the bookshelf is not exactly straight up.

That bit of this, over there, is not exactly THAT.... 

You get the picture? 

That comma? The full stop. And all. And etc.,? So, Brit English (there's no other) says programme, no? 

Finicky.

Fastidious. 

Downright persnickety! 

That's me.

Which means what?

Nonsense rules the head and rompa/stomps all over the irrational heart!

So, as I stood in the showroom, checking out a variety of trousers... 

Texture.

Colour.

Cut.

Fit. 

Yeah, yeah, i know... 

But, what is that ONE thing that swung the deal?

Call me nutty.

Call me crazy.

Or mad.

Or just plain eccentric.

LOOPY even!!

Those small, itty-bitty things that make up less than one percent of the whole damn trouser... Loops. LOOPS! 

Stuff that belts go though?

You've seen them before I'm sure?

Yes? Yess!!

This pair of trousers had 8 loops going around the waist. 4 on one side. 4 on the other. And so, to 'paraphrase' (or bowdlerize) (or whatever) "If two heads are better than one", certainly God intended 8 loops are better than 6.

You can't go wrong with 8 loops.

So, trousers, tick! Paid for. Done.

What's that you say? I'm loopy?

Nah re baba, I'm just a screwed up Virgo.

We're wired different. Wired. Weird. Same difference.